I’ve been putting this off for a few days. (my birthday was Monday, the 6th)
Well, first of all, I’d like to thank those who sent cards and gifts.
Everyone always asks how the day went. Well, it was definitely a highlight of the week. I got off work a few hours early, with enough daylight left to run the BMW up highway 9 to Boulder Creek and back. There were a few wet spots past the hairpin on the backside after 236, but nothing to spoil the fun. There was a good amount of traffic heading into the mountains, but the run back was AWESOME! Didn’t see more than a few motorcycles out there, and mostly cruisers.
With darkness setting in, I relaxed at the new Saratoga Starbucks with some coffee while waiting for Tony to get off work. We then went to Planet Granite (local rock climbing gym) to do some climbing.
We planned to go to Willow Street Pizza in Willow Glen for a semi-special dinner, but were both way too pooped when we got home, so we made some quick pasta. I’d had birthday cake from work, so I really didn’t miss the calories.
Now for the *thoughts* part:
I guess 27 isn’t so bad. It’s definitely way closer to 30 than I’d like to be. 26 still felt safe.
I’m the same age my mom was when she had me.
I’m definitely not ready for anything like that. I feel only marginally more mature than I did when I graduated from college.
As far as life experiences, I’ve made progress on my dreams. Went across the country again. Acquired most of my dream bike. (gotta get it painted green one of these days) I’m doing design work in architecture, not just the dreaded bathrooms that Arch. students talk about.
Goals to still be fulfilled? Well, I’d like a house of my own, a dog, my architecture license (my fault, must get more motivated), and lots more vacation time to spend riding.
I guess I’ve come pretty far in the last 27 years.