On turning 32

I don’t know about you, but I’m feeling 32.

Yesterday was my birthday, and it was the first time since I hit the late 20’s that I didn’t get depressed over my age. You see, I loved my 20’s. I was so carefree and spontaneous and fun. Then, around 27 or 28, things started to get serious. I needed to get serious about my career and finances, and all that other stuff that comes along with being a grown up. Not really my idea of fun.

This year was a little different. I guess it was the first time in a while where I didn’t feel like anything was missing from my life. I no longer feel the need to hold on to my 20-something-year-old self, or the desire to get her back. I’m happy with right now. Really, really happy.

I didn’t have a party or big dinner like I usually do. My dad graciously watched my daughter as my husband and I had a date night at a prime rib place I’ve been wanting to try. When we came back home from dinner, my sister and mom had come over and brought a cake. We sang “Happy Birthday” twice so that my daughter could blow out the candles two times. And then I was in bed by 9:30. The night was perfect.


This was the only picture I took the night of my birthday. Please excuse the little minion…we were trying on her costume!

So, here’s to turning 32. I’m excited for what (and who!) this year will bring.

Everything will be alright, if we just keep dancing like we’re, 32!

3 Responses to On turning 32

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  2. Reenie says:

    Happy Birthday again, my friend!!!! 32 is a magical number (not just because it was Magic Johnson’s…haha). Love you mucho, Dee! ❤

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