Still pretty good year. (Birthday edition.)

Tomorrow is my last day of being 33.

I was comfortable with the number 33.  For some reason the number 34 feels a little surreal to me.  Maybe it's the fact that it marks the mathematical beginning of my mid-thirties.

I still like being in my thirties way better than being in my twenties.  I'm more confident, more willing to take risks, and more open.  But still, sometimes being more open and willing to take risks can lead to being hurt, which is exactly why I kept closed up a lot of the time in my twenties.

Regardless of my apprehension, 34 will come, and I'm certain it will be a good age.  I have a feeling things are on an upswing.

Usually for my birthday, I have a big dinner & drinks event for my friends but this year, I didn't feel like planning one.  Instead, I'm going to spend the day doing EXACTLY what I want.  I'm getting a massage, eating a free three-course meal at the spa, going shopping, and then taking the train home to visit my parents.  And I will have red wine on the train.  I don't think I need anything else.