I wanted to write a big, long post about how fabulous today is and pat myself on the back for being born but I just wasn't really feeling it. There is no need for a bunch of fanfare and celebration, because even though I still feel young at heart, 31 is not the new 21. I get no new privileges and that extra year has no monumental importance in my life, except to remind me that official adulthood is something I have to embrace completely. But all in all, life is good. I am still doing what I love, and I'm getting better and better at it. This weekend I had my last competition as a 30 year old. It was also my first competition of the 2011 season and from the looks of it, I believe I am going to be a very successful 31 year old athlete. Say what you want, but I know I'm getting better with age.
I also have the most amazing people in my life who love and appreciate me. I have everything I need, and thanks to amazing friends, I also have something I realllllly wanted!...
Best. Gift. Ever.