May 03, 2007 17:49
I was just talking with Tim and discovered something that, for me, is pretty amazing. For the last five years I've gotten "birthday blues". Each year on my b-day, I've gotten depressed instead of celebratory. Mostly my reasoning - when I felt like being logical about it - was that I wasn't where I wanted to be in my life at that age.
Next week is the birthday I've been dreading: The Big 3-0. But for the first time since realizing that 25 was a quarter of a century, I'm not the least upset about turning it.
I guess all I can think is that finally I'm content with my life. After years of fertility treatments with my ex, I have a baby due in just a couple of months. After even more years of a marriage in which I didn't realize I was unhappy until I got out of it, I have a wonderful man who is truly my partner. After struggling with a failing career, I now have a new one that's just beginning to blossom and make me the kind of money I've been aiming for. And finally, I have some new luxuries that, though not a necessity to my happiness are a plus, such as a new house and new car.
I guess I'm feeling rather thankful right now. What's a new digit on the age-meter in comparison to all these blessings?