Today is my half birthday. Today I am 32.5. In 6 months I will be 33 years old. 33…a rather uneventful age. I can still be described as being in my early thirties, but I am also one year closer to 40. I no longer eagerly anticipate my birthday, but I also don’t dread it. My birthday is now just a day when my Facebook wall and phone become overrun with birthday wishes. But it still blows my mind that I’m an adult because so much of me is still a kid.
I’m so not an adult when…
-my most popular Pandora station is Disney Children radio
-or when my bookcase is filled with more YA books than age appropriate material
-or when one in every five articles of clothing is Harry Potter related
-or when my vacation preference is Disney World or Universal Studios over any beach
-or when you look at my DVR and see that I record at least two Disney shows weekly
-or when I play video games in between my housework.
But then I’m totally an adult when
-I’m signing that monthly mortgage payment
-or when I think about how every DIY home project only increases my home’s value
-or when my mom asks ME for advice
-or when I get home after working both jobs
-or when I realize this year is my turn to host a holiday
Although I am an adult, I like to balance it out with my kid side too.
Today is my half birthday. Today I am 32.5. In six months I am 33 years young.