Today I turned 37.  I am not exactly sure how I feel about that–I am certainly happy to be alive. But 37 is so much closer to 40.  I never use to worry about getting old.  I actually welcomed each birthday and was happy to creep up in age.  But last year, turning 36 really got me.  I think part of it is because I am still in school working towards my dream.  I feel as though I should be closer.  I guess I am closer to my dream but I certainly am not where I thought I would be at this age.  I thought my kids would be older and that we would be better off financially. 

I know I can’t measure my success against that of anyone else, I just feel behind.  I know that I have yet to live half of my life and that really the best is ahead of me.  I am just not that happy about the years moving as fast as they have.  I certainly know that they won’t be moving any slower. 

I have had an awesome Birthday Weekend so far.  I’ll post more about it on Tuesday.  Have a great weekend.