35

I believe I've mentioned before that I really enjoy being in my mid-thirties because finally my body and my self are the same age. Additionally, of course, I'm in a very good place - done having children, getting to watch three intelligent, healthy kids grow up, happily married, financially comfortable+, and with increasing amounts of time to devote to the things that interest me.

I was reminded this yesterday when a group of moms outside the preschool were discussing one's imminent 35th birthday, and how freaked out the rest of them had been to turn 35. As I do, I jumped right in to say that, having been 35 a month, it's been the best year of my life. Which got some strange looks. And honestly, I don't know if it's because I'm younger than most of my friends - and would therefore get squashed if I bitched about my age too much - or what, but I really am enjoying getting older. I suppose it doesn't hurt that I would far rather spend time with myself now than with the person I was 10 or 15 years ago.

I foresee a lot more awkward conversations about this topic in my future.