31

I turned 31 last week, and almost forgot about it—I “knew” but didn’t really think on it long. Honestly, it startles me the week of Christmas to realize my birthday is imminently upon me. This is ME, the girl who used to think it was a big deal and everyone should be remembered that one day at least (I was even known to be mildly hurt if I didn't get at couple of calls); this time I was swamped with other things and just didn’t care, yet almost all my friends called (the phone rang constantly throughout the day and on into dinner). It was nice to chat with them but for once it was just a day.

My family came for dinner (Mom cooked, not me; now that is a gift!), my brother drove about 6 hours round trip to see me, my husband made his usual last minute stop for gifts on his way home from the office (my expectations have lowered over the years, and even this did not bother me). In all, it was a nice day, but no big deal. Several days later, it occurred to me that I was no longer “30”. Now that felt odd.

I do think I'm ready for a calmer year, though. The past two have really done me in and I'm tired. Deep tired.