Another year older

This week I turn 32. It is hard for me to believe I am in my thirties, because I still feel like I am in my early twenties. I have a hard time understanding the fact that I am a Real Adult (or at least I am old enough to be). I am not yet at the phase where I hate getting older, though I think it’s probably going to hit in the next few years. I would love to stay in this age range forever. Old enough to have gained wisdom, but still young enough to make discoveries.

I have a lot to be happy about this birthday. I am a lucky girl and thankful for all 32 years of my life.