And I love it.
I love my new age. My new “credentials”. I slipped over the hill and I just breathed a big sigh of relief…
I made it. And I have fully embraced my new identity. It feels great. Continue reading
One year ago today, Trent and I were lying poolside at our luxury all-inclusive resort in Cabo San Lucas.
At some point, we managed to rally, put actual clothes on, gorge ourselves on sushi, and stroll out to the beach, where we watched the sun set beside El Arco and toasted the whole “Christmas” thing with some cold Modelos. I think we might have even taken a walk into town afterward for some tequila and late night tacos?
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