After 30 They're All The Same

Birthdays that is. Tomorrow is my birthday and I'll be 31 years old. Doesn't seem to matter much.

I mean, before now birthdays seemed like a big deal, the difference between being 21 and 26 a huge margin. But after 30, its not so much a big deal. I'm thirtysomething, hear me yawn.

Last year my birthday was a big deal to me, and not in a good way. I felt old. A lot of that had to do with being horribly overweight, my knee and ankle starting to give out, my heart pounding when walking up stairs, and breathing being hard all the time. This year I feel a lot younger so that makes the passage of time a little easier to mark.

I'm off work tomorrow and Kim's taking to somewhere that's a surprise tomorrow night. Needless to say, blog will be non-existent until Monday. Have a good weekend!