It's my birthday, too...

Today, I take yet another step into that murky territory know as "thirty something." I could be coy, but why bother? It's boring, and I don't exactly look (or act) my age.

I've just turned 34.

My intended present to myself was supposed to have been an agent, but that seems to have fallen through.

So instead, I've decided to indulge in a four-day celebration of drinks, dinners, good food and excellent company. Tonight is the last night of my binge, where I can be found celebrating our mutual birthday with a friend, along with some of our other friends. And it could possibly be the worst evening, given that champagne tends to do quite a number on my poor little body "the morning after."

I think the multi-day celebration is really the key to enjoying your birthday. Complete self-indulgence. Two birthday cakes plus birthday desserts.

I'd like to speculate on what the next year will bring, or what I would like to achieve... But I have to be honest. I actually like the idea that there is a year of unexpectedness ahead.

I hope for a year filled with good things.
I hope for a year in which family and friends are healthy, happy and safe.
I hope for a year where, at the very end, I can step back and say, "That was one of the finest years of my life."

And I hope it will be for you, too.