Inched another step closer to the big 4-0 this week! YEEHAW!
But actually, it felt good. I know that sounds very unlike me, but – I’m not joking. Continue reading
37! Oy vey. I am 37 years old.
My most recent birthday arrived a few days ago, on June 2nd. Am I ready for the final 3-2-1 countdown to 40? I don’t really know.
In a way, it terrifies me. I have a 20th year high school reunion staring me down now. Like, 20 years ago this month I was getting my senior pictures taken for good old Northville High…
HOW CAN THAT BEEEEEE???!!! Continue reading
My 36th year is winding down. Just one more day to go, actually, so I suppose you can say this is like 11:58:30 of my 36th year.
Great thing about the day I was born, though – it falls right at the year’s midpoint. That means each year I get to treat my birthday as a second “new year” of sorts, and this year I’m taking special advantage of that.
2015 really hasn’t been living up to my expectations, with its double dose of illness and death right out of the gate and its ongoing unexpected shitstorm of job turmoil. Of course, yes – I have a pretty good life, and I know it. Still. But it’s just not the year I was hoping for.
So I’m using my birthday as the perfect excuse to push the reset button. This week, I start fresh for year 37. I’ve set some big goals; I plan to laser-focus on these new priorities, and set my radar sight on attaining more of the things that have brought me so much happiness in recent months. It’s all about the things I’ve been running to to get away from the stress – I’m going to start shaping my life to be about them, instead.
Year 37 is gonna look like this:
So, one more day to prepare, and then… Away we go!
You know, when it gets to be this time of year, even though you have a FABULOUS all-inclusive Mexican beach bonanza of a Christmas planned… just for you and your awesome, much, much better half who you’ve not gotten enough private vacation time with all year long… you just can’t help but miss certain people, and wish they could come along with you.
YOU JUST CAN’T HELP IT!
So you dig around for photos of your 90-something-years-old grandparents and assemble them here on the blog. This is how we’ll take them all with us!
(And see? Some of them even dig pool parties, still!)
And we WILL see them when we get back. We will.