I'm Thirty Five

I turned 35 on March 1st. I've been waiting for inspiration to say something smart and insightful about being this old, but I got nothin'.

I'm kind of over it now, but I really did struggle for a few days with turning 35. I've never had any issues with getting older in the past... in fact, I looked forward to it. I LOVED turning 30. But 35.... well, this one got me. I don't feel old, per se, but my body is quite noticeably different than when I was 25. There are a few jiggles here and there, I am a couple of pant sizes bigger, and my skin isn't quite so smooth and tight. I have wrinkles on my forehead and around my eyes, and some veins on my legs that stand out. And I have hips - where did they come from? I never had hips when I was 25.

My husband will read this and will lovingly remind me that this happens to EVERYONE in the world and that I am beautiful to him. And I will appreciate it when he says it to me. But that doesn't mean I won't still notice all those things.

I want to embrace my age because God uniquely created me to be born on March 1, 1973 to Pat and Linda Daly. I just need some supernatural help embracing it.

Anyway..... no neat conclusion to this post. Just some thoughts on Thirty Five. And like I said, I'm mostly over it now. Mostly.