I've been up since you came around. I can't seem to sleep - even at 4 am on your new-found day. I can't figure out why. Thirty four, I must say, thirty three and I had a good year. It just seemed to get better, even with a few bumps in the road. I like to think I'm an optimist, and I look at you with as great or greater optimism and promise than I did with thirty three. Once again, there are exciting things ahead. What they are, I know not. I only know that which I hope for.
In welcoming you, thirty four, I also feel the need to say goodbye and thank you to my past year.
Thirty three, you are a beautiful number. I rather enjoyed saying "I'm thirty three years old". Like me, it was a number with many curves. Ah yes, you'll be missed. We had a good run. We enjoyed the beauties of this world, the people of this world, family, friends, acquaintances. We continued on this journey in life with hope of great things to come. And even though our run is through, you will be remembered as one of my favorite years, which I hope to say about each year I leave behind. Thank you, thirty three.
34... bring it!