31 is not exactly a special number... but I celebrated 31 years yesterday. Most people stop celebrating birthdays after 21. It's probably the last one that means anything in particular. I however continue to insist on celebrating as much as possible and I refuse to fear aging. After an awesome birthday surrounded by people who are willing to pretend like turning 31 is a momentous occasion, I can't help but look back and be grateful.
I'm not sure I would have ever guessed this is where I'd be at 31. I used to take a lot of pride in having a plan. My plan went out the window as soon as I graduated college. I'm not sure much of my life has stayed on script since, but I am even more appreciative for all of the experiences.
When I think about 31 I'm thankful that...
... I live within an hour of my brother and sisters
... my parents have graciously taken me in
... I have some of the best friends anyone could ask for
... I get to play soccer twice a week
... I have a job in college athletics
... I own a house... kind of... but feel free to buy it if you'd like
... I have a lot of funny dating stories that might be good enough for a book someday
Let's keep celebrating birthdays. Let's keep celebrating life. Here's to 31!
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