More apocalypse, less angst

Out here in Ottawa, I’m 35 years old today and glad that it’s finally here – this birthday that I’ve been dreading. Let’s just get it over with so I can stop mulling about my life until now, the whole question of children, and where the hell I’m going next.
I’m home on a plane tonight and in Victoria tomorrow to attempt a little frivolity on what is a big milestone birthday for me.
Happy birthday!
If it makes you feel any better, at 35 (6 years ago) I had two children but still had no idea where the hell I was going next. (Still don’t.) I think we’re all just clueless.
happy birthday! see you soon back in the hood.