I turned 35 last week. I've been asked a number of times how I feel about turning 35, the implication being that many people feel bad about it, the same way that many people dread turning 30 or fear being "over the hill" when they turn 40.
I feel perfectly fine about being 35.
I also felt a-ok about turning 30. In fact, I had a huge party. It was probably my most fun and memorable birthday ever. I wore a tiara and an orange sparkly wrap. It was great.
This year's milestone was celebrated with much less fanfare as I was quite ill. I did get a lovely bracelet from GH, a man of exquisite taste. He's awesome.
As I drifted off to sleep on my birthday night, I reflected a bit on why people seem to have such negative feelings about the birthdays that end in zero and five. Here's my theory. Those five year marks are time to reflect on life, what's happened, where you've been, what you've done. I think that people who have regrets--about things they've done or not done, things they've accomplished or not accomplished, places they have or have not been, any regret at all--are much more likely to feel bad about the passage of time that their birthday symbolizes. People who feel good overall about what they've accomplished are more likely to feel fine about their birthday.
What do you think? I'm lucky enough to marvel every day at some of the amazing things I've had the privilege to do in my life. Clearly, there are things I'd change about my life right now (cure for cancer, anyone?), but overall, I have a lot to be thankful for and proud of.
No regrets here. Bring on the birthdays!