Sunday was my 35th birthday. I am now 35 years old. I now have to check off the 35 - 49 box on random surveys. Or at least the ones where I get a free Starbucks beverage. Hmm, Starbucks. I digress.
April 25th was eventful. At midnight I was in a bar supporting my soon-to-be sister-in-law through the rite of passage known as the bachlorette party. There were about 10 of us, and most were closer to her age (27) than mine. I would have felt old, except for the dodgy 40 year old men who were leering at all of the younger women. We had a super time.
Needless to say, on Sunday I was a little tired and sore. And my feet hurt, a lot. So much so, that 1/2 way home on my 3.5 hour car ride from Toronto to Ottawa, I pulled over, called my hubby and cried. I was wearing running shoes done up as loosely a I could, and they were throbbing and inflamed. After a good cry and a few rounds of "how the hell am I going to get home?", I pulled myself together, got a Timmy's Steeped Tea, took two Tylenol and just kept driving. What else was there to do? I think this is reflection of my life. Sometimes you just need to suck it up and keep going - because there aren't any other options.
My day improved when I got home - the kids came out running to see me and had lots of hugs and stories about their weekend. I had a lovely birthday dinner, home made cards and some thoughtful gifts. And then a migrane which lasted for 12 hours.
My birthday brought a little from column A and a little from column B. There is happiness and joy, and at the same time there is pain and frustration. I think my birthday reflected the balance of my life right now. I'm hoping for a little more from column A (happiness and joy). We'll see how the year unfolds.