Thirty-one...

Last weekend K and I were talking about our upcoming travel plans and I suddenly realized that I am going to be 31 in a month. Thirty-one. Wow. Turning 30 last year didn't bother me one bit, but for some reason I think this might. Getting older has never really bothered me. In fact, I always looked forward to it because I have always been the youngest in school, among my friends and co-workers, etc...that is until I became the older woman with K. Fortunately, the age difference hasn't been a big issue for us. But, now I'm going to be 31! He'll be 28 in December.

Partly because of another conversation we had last weekend, I seem to have really been reflecting on where I am and where I am going this week. When I was younger, being in my 30's seemed so far away. Like many people, I anticipated that I would be married, have the kids and the house in the suburbs, have a successful career (have my own practice), be financially secure, and be personally fulfilled by the time I was this age. Don't misunderstand me, I *love* my life right now. I am so blessed to have found K and we have a wonderful relationship. We just moved into a fantastic little house a couple of months ago. We travel. We enjoy each other so much. I am proud of my running accomplishments. I have great friends and a loving family. I have a successful career as a psychologist. I don't have much to complain about. Reality has just turned out different than the expectation, I guess. I wonder what 31 will bring...