I turned 34.

Yesterday was my 34th birthday. I had seriously mixed emotions about it. Now , before you all go telling me how young I still am, I know. I have many years of living ahead of me. Yet I was plagued with feelings of " but I haven't done (insert great accomplishment here) yet." Maybe that happens to all of us? I went on to have a relatively peaceful evening. My husband cooked dinner, and I got a TON of Polaroid film. Awesome. Maybe I'll stop thinking about my laugh lines and weird forehead anomalies now.