  I can't believe it. Tomorrow I will be 35 years old!&nbsp; It's not that I feel or look old (some people still mistake me for a teenager - why is it that people always assume that petite people are young!? ), but I do feel a bit down at the thought of approaching my 40's. Maybe I would feel less down about it if I felt I'd accomplished a lot in my 35 years. I know I know, I'm being hard on myself...there aren't a lot of people out there who have survived SMA, scoliosis, and two immigrations.
I should be pretty proud of myself. It's just that in mainstream society accomplishment is measured at my age, in being married with a few snotty nosed kids in tow, a house with a picket fence, a golden retriever and a successful career.&nbsp; I'm not too depressed at not having the huge responsibility and 24/7 burden of caring for kids, but I would like to be settled down, own a nice comfy home (with or without the picket fence) and the dog. I want the dog more than anything, lol. &nbsp; AT least I have the fabulous Mouse Spouse in my life, being alone at 35 would really suck. I have great family and my health. I have a decent job, great friends (albeit not in Philly) and a good quality of life. What more can a gal ask for at age 35?&nbsp; &nbsp; Happy Birthday to Me - I look forward to a great year ahead. Wow, blogging is great, I managed to cheer&nbsp; myself up!&nbsp; This is better than therapy! :-) &nbsp; SM 
