It’s my Birthday tomorrow. I’ll be 38. When I was young that seemed so old. But I don’t feel 38. I don’t think I look 38. But, alas, I am 38.
I am not depressed about turning another year older. Maybe that’s because I feel like I am improving my life. This upcoming RNY surgery will be one way, and another is that I am 1/3 of the way with completing my second Master’s degree. The first I received while working full-time, and I thought that was hard. Now I am juggling being a single mommy, full-time employee, homeowner, and trying to carve out time to spend with my BF. Oh, and so so so many hours researching for this surgery. This Master’s means so much more to me because of all the other stuff I have going on! My first Masters program I graduated with a 3.94 GPA. I currently have a 3.3, a B+, but I am thrilled!
These things got me to start thinking a lot about numbers, and how they are all relative. You’d think I’d be more depressed turning 38 than lets say 32…but boy for some reason 32 hit me hard.
You’d think I’d be more excited by my 3.94 than by my 3.3, but not the case.
See, numbers don’t tell the whole story. I weighed myself this morning and I am 227 pounds. What does that say about me, really? Will I be different at 199? Or if I reach 150? I don’t think so. Yes, healthier, yes more confident? But will I be that different? I guess only time will tell, but I can say I really like who I am now, and I hope that won’t change.
For my birthday I am going to spend the day with my daughter and the evening with my boyfriend to see a movie and perhaps a bite to eat. I am happy that I am turning another year older and have wonderful people in my life. I am truly blessed.