Today is my 35th birthday and I'm not sure how I feel about it.For me 35 was one of those "mile marker" birthdays. The birthday that seemed so far away in my 20s that I would say to myself "by the time I am 35 I will know X, Y & Z."
Anytime something came up that I didn't know the answer to I would put it off until I was 35.
"By 35 I will know if I want to have kids, or live in the city, or have my illustration career running smoothly."
By 35 it will be figured out. Surely, by then I will know the answers to the questions I have.
Well here's 35! Do I have anything figured out? No way! But I guess that's 1/2 the fun. Right?
