Turning 34 years old isn't much of a landmark in the grand scheme of things. It's not as momentous as turning 40 or 30 and it's definitely not 16 or 21. 34 years old, though, is about half way to reitrement age or at least some crazy dream I have about when it would be logical for me to retire.
Turning 34 years old, though, is a bit of a landmark for me. This year we'll be adding a second child to our family -- that happens in August. December will mark one year since I left the job which have held the longest in my professional career and it will also mark one year for me in a position which I have strived to attain for many years -- a managerial role.
I will also spend the year getting serious about a few things. I dabbled with farmer's markets last year and loved both providing people who are basically my neighbors with fresh, home-grown fruits and vegetables. I also agreed, over a bottle of 2 Gingers Irish Whiskey, to run in a 5K with a friend in October which means I will be spending much of the year building on the training I did with my wife last year as she trained for her first 5K.
Of course I will continue remodeling and repairing my house, my garage and my property in general. I will as always continue to further my photography skills and become more involved in my community because it's a pretty cool town that always comes together and I'm proud to be a part of it.