Being the nerd nostalgic and cool person that I am, it may not surprise you to learn that my plans yesterday afternoon involved a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Marathon.

You see, a few weeks ago I was hanging out with PR, an equally cool and nostalgic person I met through my Outdoors Club last fall (yeh, I know, add in the Outdoors Club bit and our coolness is almost a little bit intimidating!) and we somehow got to talking about how much we loved these movies as kids. Where else could that conversation lead but to a TMNT Marathon?

So, yesterday aft as we were watching the first two movies, we of course started doing that thing people do when reconnecting with a piece of their childhoods and spent some time trying to figure out how old we would have been when these cinematic masterpieces (well, to be honest, the first movie really was quite well done) were originally released.

Being as I’m three and soon to be four (my bday’s in three weeks, y’all!) years older than PR, and given he is an expert at sarcasm, this led to a couple of jabs at yours truly for my more mature status. Actually, I believe the exact word he used was “ancient.” (Yeh, he’s really good at sarcasm).

I tried to get offended. Honestly, I did. But the thing is, I’m three weeks away from turning 34 and I’m kinda . . . totally alright with it.

I love who and where I am in life right now.

I love that I’ve come through enough failures to know how important it is to be damn proud of my triumphs.

I love that I know my value.

That when it comes to confidence, I’m no longer faking it ’til I make it.

It’s an ongoing journey, sure, but there’s definitely more moments when I feel like I’ve made it these days than when I don’t.

I love that my grey hairs, which started showing up at 26, are now finally starting to be numerous enough that I’m not the only one who sees them anymore. They are making their presence known in my mess of dark curls . . . shooting out this way and that as a result of their course texture which prevents them from twisting up cozily with the others.

I love that even though I’m feeling a little bit anxious about the whole “limited window” left for having a family the traditional well (say, six years give or take further advancements in science / my body’s willingness to cooperate), I’m not freaking out over what’s to come.

I know I’ll have a family one day. Whether it’s through the traditional approach or not. A decade from now . . . I’ll be a mom. Of this I am sure.

More than all of this, however, my favourite bit about being #almost34 is that according to an article my friend MN posted on Facebook a long while back that stuck in my head at the time, this is supposedly the year when this happens!

Screen Shot 2014-02-23 at 11.11.15 PMGiven I already have a pretty high level of self-love for my body — when you’re as curvy as I am, by this point in life you’ve either worked your way into loving your body, or you are living a fairly miserable existence, and I frankly have had to work way too hard on other fronts for my happiness to let something like body image take me down — I’m curious to know what new corner I’ll be turning on this front (or back side, haha) in three weeks time.

Is there a nude beach in my future?

Will I be taking burlesque dance lessons in 2014?

Goddess only knows . . .

I guess the thing about being so okay about being #almost34 is though . . .

I don’t really need to know.

I know who I am.

I love myself.

Whatever’s next . . . I’m ready for it.