I guess there’s no denying it. I’m a grown-up.

I own a home. I’ve been married for almost nine years. And today, I turned 35.

This birthday is harder than 30 for sure.  My 20s are far behind me. I’m getting wrinkles (well, some of them have been there for a while). And I’m thinking that those light hairs I’ve been finding might be white rather than the blond I’d prefer them to be.

But it doesn’t have to be all downhill from here … right?

I’m certainly in better shape than I was 10 years ago. I have a better grasp on who I am. I’m eating better and exercising more.

I’m happy. I’m healthy. I have a husband who loves and supports me. I am surrounded by friends and family that are there for me.

I guess things are pretty good. I just wish I wasn’t so old!