34 and Here’s to Many More

34 and Here’s to Many More

Today, I turned 34.

I don’t feel 34 and I don’t think I look 34.

To be honest, I don’t know what 34 should look like or feel like.  I just know I’m a year older and semi wiser. I’m totally okay with that.

I was always excited when it was my birthday. Growing up, I turned my birthday into a birth-week. This usually happened when my birthday landed on a weekday and my party was on the weekend. Sleep overs were the main go-to for my birthday party with friends on a Friday night, followed by the close second: roller-skating! I came from a big family, so many of my aunts, uncles and cousins came to celebrate when I had my family party on the weekend. My mom loved having parties and did everything in her power to make the day special.

Me, my brother and the star of the show- my perm (a close second to his mullet)

My mom used to wake me up on my birthday at the time I was born: 4:32 am. She would wish me a happy birthday, kiss me and let me sleep until it was time to wake up at the normal waking hour.  When I went away to college, I received wake up calls from her with birthday wishes. Later in the day, she would always retell the tale of my birth. We don’t do this anymore since getting a phone call in the early morning signifies something is wrong or someone is hurt and/or has died. Ah, the one problem with getting old!

I think I wanted my birth-week because growing up, I was surrounded by chaos. So, for one week in March, it was something I could look forward to and enjoy.

Then, I met my husband. During the first few weeks of dating, I discovered we not only shared a love of travel and pizza, we also shared a birthday month. A birth-week, to be exact. Jim’s birthday is March 18, three days after my own.

My husband is significantly older than me. (He rolls his eyes at me when I bring this fact to his attention). Okay, so it’s only by 11 years but when he was getting a driver’s license, I was making macaroni necklaces in kindergarten. Anyway, I’m glad I have a birthday buddy for life.

Four years ago, my brother-in-law asked me if I was worried about turning 30. I emphatically said “No way!” I was ready to get out of my twenties and move on to my thirties. I was finally in a stable environment and ready to see what my future held. I also think it’s because the older I am, the more I distance myself from the chaos that was my childhood.  I learn more about myself as I grow older. I can cultivate a relationship with myself, getting rid of things that do me no good and spending time with things (and people) that make me a better version of myself.

In my youth, I constantly looked up to women older than me, trying to glean any sage advice. A woman I worked with when I was just a young teacher told me that once she hit 40, she didn’t give a sh*t about what people thought of her and that it was very freeing.

I can’t wait to turn 40.

But in the meantime, here are the two things that I’m going to work on during my 34th year to be a healthier version of me. I’m keeping the list short so I don’t overwhelm myself! ?

Move more

I really need to focus not just on what I eat but how I move my body. My body is a temple and I’m not doing it any favors by sitting to watch TV or read a book. I’m going to use my Fitbit more often and use it honestly. No more letting my young nephew wear it to gain more steps when I’m in a competition with my husband. Jim doesn’t know this happened, until he reads this post.  ?   Moving more leads to many things, such as feeling better mentally and physically and helping me to make better and wiser food choices.


I’m going to set up a calming space in our spare bedroom to help with this task. I hope it works.  This is going to help me learn to take time for myself, learn that I am important and I am worthy of so many things that I don’t give myself credit for.

I’ll end this post with a picture of me on my 8th birthday. I received a kite for my birthday and apparently I was not pleased with this gift.

Seriously, a kite?!
(I did use it though)

One Reply to “34 and Here’s to Many More”

  1. Great story babe. On one note , the kite was your dads idea and it was his way to saying that Spring is almost here and it will be warm weather and we can get out and fly a kite. I agreed. But remember you always did get what you really wanted we always made sure.

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