Yep, that's right. I hit the big 3-4 a couple of days ago. Why didn't I post about the momentous occasion at that time? I was partying of course! If you consider working late on your birthday partying. Yes, I'm officially at the point where my birthday just doesn't matter much any more. And I'm cool with that. In fact, it really has become "all about the kids" and I'm even more ok with that.
The only problem is I feel so old at times. This body ain't getting any younger. And I have to wonder, if I feel like this now, how will I feel when I'm 40, 50, 60.
Still, for all the griping, things are pretty good. I'm incredibly fortunate to live in the USA during a highly properous and safe time. To have a wonderful wife that I love very much. To have pretty good kids (most of the time!). To have a decent job that I enjoy (even if I wish they paid me more). To have a loving family around me.
Yeah...maybe 34 isn't so bad after all.