You read that right, folks.
Today, I am 33.
The atomic number of arsenic.
The number to some of sports’ greatest players: Larry Bird, Patrick Roy, Kareem Abdul-Jabbar, Patrick Ewing.
I’d like to point out that Wikipedia had to point this out to me, as I don’t watch basketball or hockey.
I was unaware that a normal human spine has 33 vertebrae.
I think I had a 33 on the 18th hole of the beautiful golf course I played on Monday…. it was pretty embarrassing…
All in all? 33 is a pretty cool number.
Hubby was lovely enough to contribute by letting me know that 33 is the largest positive integer that cannot be expressed as a sum of different triangular numbers.
Seriously, that had completely escaped me.
I am celebrating my birthday with the people I hold dear in my life. I am giving thanks for all the wonderful gifts that God has given me over the last 33 years.
I have endured many things over the last few years. I have developed a better understanding of those whom I can trust. Sadly, people have turned their back on me for being happier in my life.
In my younger days, something like this would have bothered me. I was constantly searching for everyone’s approval. I was afraid of disappointing anyone.
The only person I disappointed was myself.
Those days are over. I’m stronger now. I know who I need now.
And they are still standing beside me, maybe not condoning, but supporting every decision I make.
“Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don’t matter and those who matter don’t mind.” ~ Dr Seuss
Happy Birthday to me.