Birthday.

33.

Am I supposed to feel different? Because I don't. I have long since passed the days when birthdays meant a whole lot. Now its just another day in the book. Another year marked. I will however say that there is sort of the knowledge that comes with age. No longer do I fear it like I once may have.

The dreaded 30s haven't for the most part been that bad. Sure there was the whole colon issue, but that is now a thing of the past. A year and a half out of it, and I am feeling a hell of a lot better than I ever have. I mean for the most part, its been OK. Then again, I still have plenty of my thirty something days left, so perhaps in years to come this will be a look back and a if I only knew then.

32

Wasn't bad to me. I liked being 32. I do not know why, but I did. Maybe its because I was still young enough to say I am barely out of my twenties, but old enough to say thank God I am no longer in my twenties. Or maybe its because that Taylor Swift just came out, the one about being 22, and I shameless always changed the words to 32, to match my age. Its kind of hard to do this with 33 but I am willing to give it a shot.

33.

Doesn't seem any different than 32 did. Not at the moment. I hope it stays this way. I hope the year finds me with more meaning, and a better clarity of things to come. A surprise or two of the good kind wouldn't be so bad, but I am not willing to jinx it by wishing anything more than a good year.

So here's to another year. Older, wiser....but mainly.

Another year.