This is my self portrait. I am now, officially thirty-five years old. A few people asked me if I feel different. Whenever I hear that, I wonder if they expect me to wake up on my birthday like Peter Parker after he was bitten by the radioactive spider, and suddenly my eyesight is perfect and I am all toned and can climb walls and swing from building to building. That would be kind of cool, actually, especially the eyesight thing.
In reality, nope, I do not feel any different, if 35 is an age I’m supposed to start feeling different. I feel as easily amused as I did one, five, ten, or even twenty years ago. Only thing that seems to be going is my memory. If I backtracked and told you what I did while I was 34, I would have to check my blog postings…and I started to, but then I got distracted and well you’ll just have to backtrack through my life yourself if you feel like it.
All I know is that “I’m not aware of too many things. I know what I know if you know what I mean”…Do you know what I mean? Just felt like becoming Edie Brickell for a second there.
No seriously, all I know is that I AM aware that I have met some very unfathomably awesome people throughout my life, including my blogging buddies. Yes, I’m talking about all o’you! Thank you to Ms. Ksra for posting a birthday wish on her blog for me, complete with a very cute cat and some wine. Also thank you for all of the wonderful birthday wishes! You made my day.