My thirty-first year ends tomorrow and thirty-two begins on Saturday. I've actually been telling people I am thirty-two for a few weeks, I'm not sure why. I have reached the age when I have to think about it, and sometimes do some math, to make sure I have the correct age. It's not that I want to lie about my age, it is just that I honestly forget sometimes. Age is becoming less important especially since I'm always 24 in my head.
Thirty-One has been a pretty good year, I really can't complain. I'm heading into thirty-two as a triathlete, PTO president and IACRL (Illinois Association for College and Research Libraries) secretary/treasurer. Those are three things I never thought I would be when I started out thirty-one. Being elected to two different offices from my peers is a marvelous feeling. That seems to be the greatest thing about getting older. The years may go by faster, but new and exciting things happen, many that you don't expect.
I am also 19 pounds lighter this year and feeling pretty great. I hope to loose a few more pounds before the summer is in full swing. I cannot begin to describe how much better I am feeling. I was active before, but I want to be even more active. I want to be outside. I want a bikini.
In my thirty-first year, I have made amazing friends. I have always been a friendly person and have many friends, but this past year I added some wonderful women from the acquaintance list to the friend list. I hope you know who you are. You are all so very special to me, new friends and seasoned friends, near and far.
I joined committees and led a major program at work. I chaired a national library committee. I volunteered, shared and loved. My kids grew. Stormy is talking a lot more now, and well, Miss D we can't get her to be quiet. They are growing up so fast some days and not fast enough other days. Husband and I will mark 10 years of marriage next month.
Here's to thirty-two. I'll be celebrating by going lap swimming and then driving to my parent's house for a family weekend. My mom's grilling me steak. If I play my cards right, I could eat steak a few times this weekend.
Thirty-One has been a pretty good year, I really can't complain. I'm heading into thirty-two as a triathlete, PTO president and IACRL (Illinois Association for College and Research Libraries) secretary/treasurer. Those are three things I never thought I would be when I started out thirty-one. Being elected to two different offices from my peers is a marvelous feeling. That seems to be the greatest thing about getting older. The years may go by faster, but new and exciting things happen, many that you don't expect.
I am also 19 pounds lighter this year and feeling pretty great. I hope to loose a few more pounds before the summer is in full swing. I cannot begin to describe how much better I am feeling. I was active before, but I want to be even more active. I want to be outside. I want a bikini.
In my thirty-first year, I have made amazing friends. I have always been a friendly person and have many friends, but this past year I added some wonderful women from the acquaintance list to the friend list. I hope you know who you are. You are all so very special to me, new friends and seasoned friends, near and far.
I joined committees and led a major program at work. I chaired a national library committee. I volunteered, shared and loved. My kids grew. Stormy is talking a lot more now, and well, Miss D we can't get her to be quiet. They are growing up so fast some days and not fast enough other days. Husband and I will mark 10 years of marriage next month.
Here's to thirty-two. I'll be celebrating by going lap swimming and then driving to my parent's house for a family weekend. My mom's grilling me steak. If I play my cards right, I could eat steak a few times this weekend.
