and the years keep ticking by.

it was my 34th birthday yesterday and from the outside, it was a lovely day. i’m very aware of how lucky i am in countless ways. really. but there’s been a bit of a grey cloud hanging over me this weekend. 

i’m never one to get too hung up on age, but this is a tough one for me. my early 30s are officially gone and life is changing…i can feel it. change isn’t a bad thing, but it makes me uneasy sometimes. 

for several decades of my life, a birthday was a big deal. but now it’s much less so. that’s growing up i guess. even my parents forgot this year. but a birthday is a fresh start and i’m hoping that this year will be better than the last. and in the mean time, i’m going to spend the next couple of weeks thinking about how i’m going to make my son’s 2nd birthday the best ever! that’s growing up i guess…

it was 17 years ago today that cobain killed himself.

it got me thinking about the 27 club again and how that particular age seems to be a magic number of sorts, particularly for a slew of musicians. for me, 27 (and 28) were my BEST most memorable years … but maybe they also represent in a way that official, no-more-denying-it, jump into REAL adulthood. or maybe not. who knows.

but what i am certain of is that my 30s are wonderful … more than i could have imagined really. and it’s only going to keep getting better, i just know it.