35

Today I am 35.

I don't mind getting older. I'm still young enough that my mind and body are working pretty well. I have a happy family, a stable home, and work that I enjoy. Life is good.

Looking back at my posts over the last year, the two most significant things that happened were my struggle with my work situation, and watching my kids grow another year older. My preschooler is now a sophisticated kindergartener and my baby is an irrepressible toddler. As for work, I haven't figured it out, but I do feel a whole lot better about it. I've learned to do what I'm capable of doing, trust in myself, not worry so much about what other people are thinking, and frankly, care less to preserve my sanity.

For my birthday week, I was hoping to lay low and do the bare minimum of work to make up for the many preceding weeks when I billed more like 95% while getting paid for 80%. You can guess what happened, right? Two dormant deals blew up; a client asked me to spend the afternoon negotiating a deal in person (which was a great opportunity, even though it put me behind in my other projects, since usually everything is over the phone); JW had a crazy week and needed my help at home; X was sent home with diarrhea. Sigh. It comes with the territory. My new goal for today is to sneak out a little early and bake brownies for birthday sundaes.