31? Meh.

Two days into my 31st year today.  Yep.  Meh.  I feel like I should care more about my birthday, or the passage of my corporeal being through time and space, all the while scurrying about by land and sea (mostly land), changing, learning, loving, working, stressing, checking shit out, growing things, cooking things, flying down the hills on a bike in the early mornings, sweating balls on the way back up in the late afternoons, sleeping, laughing, nagging at the kid to do some chores, cracking the whip! as I like to say...  You know, the journey.  It's a journey, and I'm on it.  And it's actually pretty cool these days.  Things aren't perfect, but I have, as of late, found myself better suited to enjoying the trip.