Thirty-One

Thirty-One. Who? Me?!

When I wake up and look in the mirror, I don't see a 31-year-old. I'm not exactly sure what a 31-year-old looks like, but I don't think it's me. Another birthday and another year has come and gone and weeks later I'm sitting here still trying to figure out how the hours, minutes and seconds of each day have vanished.

I recently realized that lately I've been going through the motions of life and not fully participating. I often find myself hiding behind the camera or computer and not fully engaging in whatever may be happening around me. I feel like I'm Peter Pan searching for my shadow or Tootle looking for his lost marbles. To those of you who have fallen "victim" to my lack of happiness, I apologize. In the weeks since my birthday, I've done some soul searching. I've looked at what makes me happy, sad and everything in between. I've made some drastic decisions (more on that in the weeks to come) and have put my faith in God that all will work out for the best.

I'm not exactly sure what constitutes a mid-life crisis – heaven knows I'm only 31 and hopefully far from mid-life – but I feel like that's what I've been experiencing. Fortunately I have an extremely supportive husband and a very boisterous son who, at the end of the day, always make me smile.

I'd be lying if I said I had a fabulous birthday. Mike and I actually scheduled a birthday make-up since Miles started showing symptoms of being sick that day, and was later diagnosed with hand, foot and mouth disease. I'm not sure how but he still managed to sing Happy Birthday to me.