33

I think I'm going through some kind of mini crisis right now as I'll be turning 33 in a little over two weeks. It's not as bad as when I turned 30, but something is going on. 31 and 32 are on the cusp, I was in denial that I was leaving my 20s, I could still pretend, but 33 makes me a bonafide 30-something, it officially makes me in-my-30s. Now I'm half kidding but half freaking out. I don't look 33, most think I'm 23 or so, I get carded all the time, a 26-year-old hit on me last week, but still my body knows it is 33.

Giuliano will be 34 on my same birthday so that's perfect, but still he thought he was hitting on a 22-year-old. Hee hee. That's ok, the reality of it is more perfect and makes sense in this world and thank God all things fall into place eventually. Everything to this point has been a sweet lesson that may not have made sense at the time, but in the grand scheme of things, it was all good, meant to be to change me, force me to grow and to teach me to be a better person. I'm educated, have a good job, a wonderful home in a beautiful city, health, family, good friends, thankful, thankful, lucky...hmmm, I change my mind, for all that has happened, for all that I have, for all that I have planned for the future, maybe 33 is not so bad.

Happy Father's Day!