Today, I'm 34. I wonder what 24-year-old me thought I would be doing at 34. I don't remember. But I do think I'm more fulfilled at 34 than I was a decade ago. See photographic evidence above.
In my 30s, birthdays have been for counting blessings. I'm much less oblivious to the world around me - especially as a mother - and I'm keenly aware of the positives life has given me. Perspective has set in and even on a bad day, I have it so good. Thank you, Age, for making that realization much easier to get to on an ongoing basis.
So here's to another year of experience under my belt...34 is looking good and I'm happy to be here.