When I walked in the door after rehearsal last night, J.P. had this masterpiece waiting for me. Well, it wasn't exactly waiting—he was still working on it, and I helped him finish. But still! J.P. does 99% of the cooking, but he's not so into the baking. So it was really sweet of him to do this for me. There's yellow cake under all that yummy frosting, and I can't wait to taste it!

Birthdays are always a time of reflection. Am I where I want to be at this point in my life? (Does anyone EVER say yes to that question?) What are my goals for the next year? What do I want to be when I grow up?

While I'm not where I thought I would be, and I certainly wouldn't have chosen the path that my life has taken, I have to say I'm in a pretty good place. I have a wonderful, loving, supportive husband, and we have a great life together.

Goals? Bleh . . . for better or worse, I've never been much of a goal-setter.

I'm still trying to figure out what I want to be when I grow up (think that has something to do with the lack of goal setting?). I think I'm pretty good at my job, but I'm not sure I'd like to do it forever. I'm still learning new things, so I'll stick with it until I get bored or something better presents itself. Plus, there's the life insurance.

A lot of people get bummed out about being another year older. But for me, that all changed with my cancer diagnosis. Birthdays are no longer something to dread . . . they're to be celebrated because it means I'm still here. Enjoy your birthdays and all the days in between. You don't know how many more you'll get.

Yes! I made it to 36!

This entry was posted on Thursday, March 31, 2005 at 12:07 AM.