So at what age do birthdays no longer really matter?  Was it 31?  Yeah, 31 was the age when we stopped celebrating and started wishing we could turn back the clock.  We will celebrate again at 40 and 50, but really you just have a huge party to dull the pain of getting old.  #truth

To be honest, I kind of feel like I have always been in my 30s and never really lived out my younger years.  I don’t mind saying I am 36 but I would like my skin and metabolism to start acting like it was 26 again.  I leaped from teenager to adult my senior year in high school when I gave birth to my first son.  Now at 36 I am a mother of an 18 year old, 12 year old and 10 year old.  I am searching for colleges and planning a high school graduation while the rest of my friends are still changing diapers and stepping on Legos.

Overall I am pretty satisfied with where I am at in my life right now.  As I look back I guess I kind of took the express path to adulthood: At 17 I became a mother, at 21 I bought my first house, at 22 I met my husband, at 23 I had my second son, at 24 I was married and at age 25 I graduated from college and gave birth to my 3rd son.   The past 10 years have been a struggle with balancing career and family.  I worked full time in the pharmaceutical field in Quality Control, Quality Assurance and Technical Operations.  A year ago I started to feel hopeless and unsatisfied with my career and yearned to be home more with my family.  I followed my passion and became a personal trainer and Beachbody health coach.  I now work part time doing what I love and have much more time to get involved with my kids day to day activities.

So what is this birthday girl going to do today to celebrate?  Well, the usual.  Cook my boys breakfast, workout, work and then end the night with a steak dinner at our favorite local restaurant called The Chophouse.  I hope to get the new fitbit blaze for my birthday but that is just a wish.  My husband isn’t the best with following instructions, lol.