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By Alyce Wilson

Yesterday I turned 34. For the most part it was just an ordinary day, with plenty of work. Of course, both my brother and my sister called me to wish me happy birthday.

The Gryphon was acting sneaky all day, so I had a feeling he had something up his sleeve. Sure enough, after work he showed up on my doorstep with a dozen roses, a very sweet card and a chocolate cupcake, into which he put a candle and had me blow it out for luck.

I picked the right boyfriend.

Thirty-four isn't as big a numerical milestone as 35 will be, so I think next year I'll throw a big party.

I'm feeling good about myself in my 34th year.

For one thing, I'm healthier than I've been since I was in my 20s. This past weekend, while visiting my dad, I weighed myself in his office. According to his scale, I have only 3 1/2 pounds to go before I make my goal for the year, which was to lose 25 pounds.

That would take me down to 160, according to the scale. But interestingly enough, I seem to have more muscle than I did last time I was in this size range, since I'm actually the smallest size I've been since my undergraduate years.

As far as my career is concerned, I'm a telecommuter now, which suits me just fine. I do work evenings and weekends, but I'm in control of my own schedule. I can take a day off any time I want (without pay). And it means I get to be at home with my doggie, Una, who always appreciates the attention.

I also have my literary magazine, Wild Violet, which is flourishing. We're just about to start the fourth volume. I have various writing projects in various stages of completion.

As far as relationships go, I'm in my best relationship ever. As my mom likes to say, this one's a keeper. And of course, I've got a very sweet doggie who's a good little furry companion and brightens my days.

Just last fall I got myself a new car, and my dad has finally found a buyer for my old truck. I've never had a better vehicle.

I've got my own apartment in a quiet neighborhood of friendly people, where I can feel comfortable walking my dog. And bonus: I'm living near many of my best friends from college, plus a thriving culture center.

So why should I sweat one digit? That's like being upset because I'm a size 12 now but weigh 163 pounds, about 15 pounds more than the last time I was this size. The number means nothing.

All in all, I feel pretty good about turning 34. It was a good birthday. Good year, great life.

More birthday thoughts:

September 8, 2005 - Another Number

September 8, 2003 - Birthday Girl

Copyright 2004 by Alyce Wilson

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