Happy Birthday to me

This is a little self indulgent so please excuse me, but after all its is my birthday.

That’s it, all done. I am now 37.

Hooray!

Not a particularly auspicious or important age I know, its not like even a special anniversary like coral or something , but its a good age for me to be. And after the last 12-24 months, I am really pretty glad to be here as opposed to some of the alternatives.

I was walking to work this morning and it occurred to me – I am happy.

I don’t mean to be overly dramatic, but its been a while since I have been able to say that. There is someone missing from my life, and I am still very aware of it. But that absence is becoming part of who I am, part of how I deal with the world, and it is not limiting me.

There are good things and good people in my life now, and some bad things and people are no longer able to effect me.

I have some great opportunities and I am really enjoying what I am doing.

I don’t feel the need for things to be complex to be worthwhile and I am enjoying a whole range of little things.

I have worked hard to get here, and I have been helped by a few very good people (thank you). I am in a good place, and I am really glad.

So today, I am happy.

Happy Birthday to me.