I turned 35 on Monday. How did I get to be 35? I feel like I haven't done enough to be 35. I felt like that when I was 25 too though. Does that mean I am unhappy with my life? No, I am actually quite content but I often wonder if there should be something more, something more significant. Am I doing what God intended? I don't really know, which is a sad statement about my relationship with Him.
On Monday, I had a friend take me to get my ears pierced. Mostly just for fun, but partly because I've been to chicken to get it done. It's really neither here nor there whether they are pierced. It's not like I've always wanted them pierced, just every now and then I've thought about it.
I must commend my husband. He is such a good husband. He delights in me, which makes my life more abundant (I'm struggling to find the right word, I think abundant is it though). I am rather glad we are together. (how's that for an understatement).
I think that's it for today. (I should probably get back to work)