It’s just after midnight here which mean I am now 33. There’s something I like about 33, something that feels good about it. The repetition or because it’s nice and symmetrical. I don’t know.

I kicked off my birthday with the premiere of this season of Rupaul’s Drag Race, because it’s awesome. In seven seasons of this show I have learned so much about being a woman.

I’m reading Lean In by Sheryl Sandberg, which I can already tell is going to teach me a few things about myself.

Something about 33 feels like changing.

While I’m 33 my daughter will start full time school, Joe and I will be celebrating 10 years since we met, which seems almost impossible at the same time that it seems like such a sort time.

My business is growing, I’m taking on challenges, I’m pushing myself to do things differently – turn off the TV and read more, get back to doing things I love. I’m challenging myself physically. If 2014 is going to be the Year of the Boughners like Joe promised, then 33 is it.

I come to 33 determined that my life won’t be same old, same old, because it simply can’t be.

Let’s do this thing.