Age is Just a Number

54561888Yesterday was my 35th birthday and I am PROUD to be 35!


My life is a hell of a lot better than it was when I was a kid. Sure, there are “chores” and I have to pay bills and sometimes I don’t really wanna adult but the freedom to do what I want to do, how I want to do it is worth it.

I’ve got to live on a  budget, yes. Could I change that and get a better paying job? Absolutely. Would I be happier in the corporate world? Most likely  not. I’m lucky enough to have a job that I enjoy going to most days. (It has its moments.) This job allows me the flexibility to do the things I love, like blog here with you guys. It allows me to go to walking group on Sundays almost every week, leave early for Adventure Runs one Thursday a month, and even better, it allows me to be who I am.

Yes, I’m wearing scale mail earrings, carrying a bag covered with a Cthulu print and standing next to a Zoltar machine.

Yes, me. The now 35-year-old-woman who can cuss like a sailor, doesn’t take shit from anybody, sometimes wears a Baby Groot t-shirt and can turn almost any phrase into a sexual euphemism by tone of voice alone (it’s a SKILL, people).

I’ve also reached the point in my life where I’m not worried about what people think of me. I try to live the best life I can with what I’ve got, and my life philosophy can be summed up into four words: Don’t Be A Dick. I do the best I can do to follow this life path, and for the most part it works for me. Don’t preach, be the example. Treat others how you’d like to be treated, EVEN IF THEY DON’T TREAT YOU THAT WAY. Be the bigger person, always.

So no, this isn’t the 6th anniversary of my 29th birthday, because that’s bullshit.


The jacket came off to beat the high score!

I can still play skeeball with the best of them!




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