As I approached my 33rd birthday, I kept feeling like there was a significance to that age. Then, as I was re-reading The Lord of the Rings, I realized that it is the age when hobbits come of age--and the birthday Frodo celebrates at the beginning of the book alongside Bilbo.
It was a tough one, the first without talking to my beloved mom, the person who gave me a birthday and so many celebrations, but Sista Cool and darling HNNH stepped up and threw a surprise Jane Austen tea party, complete with dueling banners. (Mom always made us birthday banners, making me a LOTR one a few years ago.). All in all, a pretty lovely day. Now, to seize my destiny and inheritance, as Frodo did.