So little time

Like my best girlfriends, I too am approaching 35 within the next couple of months. Teri looks at it as simply a number and is thrilled with her life and what she has to show for it -- as she should be. She has a marriage of substance, an almost grown son, a college degree and a job that she is passionate about. Loo, as well, feels good about her life, and she too has those things to show for herself, but with a spectacular toddler rather than a grown son. I however, cannot say the same. I mean I have a life that I am proud of and happy with and thankful for. I have had a few obstacles that most of my friends have not had, healthwise, but we all have our crosses to bear. The fact of the matter, though, is that with the delayed gratification has come delayed fruition of things.

Now, all of a sudden, I am blessed beyond what I could hope for. I am in love with a wonderful man and we will marry, I am told (LOL). We will start our own marriage of substance and we will start our own family. Only there is one thing that keeps dinging in my head. HURRY UP! Not to him, but in general. I am not necessarily feeling my biological clock, but rather my logical clock. By the time I have my first child, I am going to be nearly 37! My friends' kids will all be older, which will be great for babysitting, but still... 37!

I look at things, and realize that a LOT is going to change for me in a very short period of time. Engagement, home sales and purchases, marriage, family... All of this in a relatively short period of time. And that does not count the changes I face daily at work and other aspects of life. Part of me wants to slow it all down so that I can enjoy it a little more. Part of me wants to speed it all up so that I am not the oldest mom on the soccer field. How do you find the balance? I know 35 is what is only a couple of months away, but... 37!!!!