Turning 34 today, I am thick in the summer of my life.
Practically speaking, if birth marks the start of life's spring, and death marks the end of life's winter, I'm approaching the midway point. If I use my grandparents as a guide for the longevity of my life, I can probably expect to live around ninety, especially since I'm not a smoker and my eating habits are much healthier.
I'm in the July of my life, hypothetically.
And that sounds pretty freaking fantastic.
July is all about fireworks and parades and celebrations. July is warmth and tanned, exposed flesh. Thick in the middle of summer, July is juicy flavors and summer's harvest of brightly colored blessings.
July is late night talks on glowing patios with your nearest and dearest, and casual, comfortable afternoons on the screened porch with family.
The July of my life isn't quite what I anticipated many moons ago.
I thought these days would be punctuated by a baby's cries or chatter of a young family around a dinner table. I thought 34 would be more about others and less about me.
I am learning there are blessings to the dynamics of the life I've been handed.
These days bring with them a wonderful bounty of family and friends. Spectacular opportunity in a city where I've chosen to stay. Exciting, engaging and thought provoking endeavors where my social life and civic commitments are concerned.
I am grateful.
Decidedly mid-30s, but not quite middle age, I still have time to savor the last few years of really being young. Who knows what life has in store for me in the future; right now I am spry, have more disposable income and am not tied. down. by. anything.
34 already brings with it the blessings of adventure.
In a couple weeks, I'll be buying a plane ticket for a whirlwind trip to India in May. In the spring, I intend on buying a scooter for zipping around in Over-the-Rhine.
The past few years have been dedicated to plowing and planting the seeds of my life. I am grateful for where I'm blossoming.
Today is time to reap my blessings.