You would think that since it’s my birthday I should be all philosophical about how I should be wiser now that I’m getting older or that I should be living life to its fullest.  You would think.

Not so much.

My 30th birthday was kind of a blur.  So much so that I didn’t even do the blogging that day. My 31st birthday was rather uneventful. Just good friends. My 32nd birthday was simple. I liked that.

This year I’m looking at my birthday a little differently.  I’m once again realizing that it is ok for me to take time for myself.  364 days a year I am totally dedicated to my husband and child.  I cook, clean, shop.  I rarely take time for myself and I’m losing a little part of me because of it.  This year I am going to celebrate being me.  I don’t quite know what I’m going to do yet, but whatever it is I’ll try to do it with a smile on my face.

And next saturday… the return of the really awesome party (only without the $80 cake).