I turned 36 yesterday. June 2, 2014. On the backslide to 40: good lord.
I don’t know how it happened so fast – I swear I just turned 16, and all of a sudden 20 years went by. Damn.
But though I’ve been known to get down on the idea of getting older, and lament how fast the past few years have flown by, I really have absolutely nothing to complain about. I have pretty much the best life I could ask for. I never dreamed it would be so good.
So I will shut the f#@% up about wanting to be 22 again, I promise. I had the most lovely birthday yesterday. My family was good to me, my team at work was amazing to me (thanks for the vegan creole food! and the vegan cake! and the champagne!), I heard from all the people I care about, and my day ended on the couch with the World’s Greatest Husband and the World’s Greatest Pup.
And as the World’s Greatest Husband wrote to me in my birthday card (a card which, per usual, brought me to tears in public so – thanks for that yet again, WGH)…
“What happens next?”
Short answer (because the card really is just for me):