Thought Provoking Question: 1 of 25

This is a fun question to be answering as I sit here and write on my 28th birthday (a few days from when I'm scheduling this post). How old would I be if I didn't know how old I was. I think 35.

I feel like I have lived through some stuff. I'm mature-ish. I'm doing laundry, listening to gospel, and last night I added my windshield wiper fluid to my car. These are all things relatively mature people do, I am guessing.

I've completed enough schooling, I've advanced fairly sufficiently in a career, and I know what I am looking for in my relationships. I know what my hobbies are, I know what my strengths are, and increasingly, my weaknesses too.

I love to laugh, and I am learning to find more shades and undulations of funny out there every day.

I am ready for the next thing, but know each day will only unveil itself moment y moment.

So I feel 35. I feel ready to run a marathon, sail a Cape Cod Mercury, to date, to learn new stuff, and to take care of myself this year. I feel ready to give more generously, because I know more of what I have to offer.

I feel ready to throw back my head, look at the sky, and laugh for the perfection of it all (attribution to the Buddha and crazy people everywhere).

Maybe in a few years, I'll look back at this post and laugh. Maybe I'll have aged or Benjamin Button'ed by then. But I will be grateful for here, now, at 35 and 28 all at once.