Tomorrow I turn the same age my mom was when she adopted all four of us children. Tomorrow I am turning the age I have always used as my 'old age' barometer. She hd grey hair (I pulled out two yesterday from my own head, my friends); she had some wrinkles; (My forehead is just itching to form some pretty deep lines - they're there, just waiting to pounce, I can feel it!)
And yet, I am very pleased.
I never thought I'd have two kids by this age.
Wasn't even sure I would ever marry.
Lord knows I had no idea for the longest time what I'd do with myself career-wise - and yet, here I am, in the only career that can feed my ADHD frenetic energy-ed self and my moral (um. er. bossy) nature...
Yup.
If birthdays are moments of reflection, this year, I am happy to reflect on my life. I am pleased and proud. And I have now, for the first time ever, got myself a very amazing group of friends and a wonderful support system...I've weeded out the weighty, toxic people and am only surrounded by beauty!
How lucky am I?
Love to all!
Happy 32nd S! Aw, that brings me back - I remember those long wine-filled chats at the Spoke where we both went on and on about how we would never marry and be Anais Nin artist types for ever. Haha.
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I'm so happy everything has worked out so well for you. Your little ones are breathtaking! xo
Thanks, Mon! I do remember those days fondly...and the aroma of cloves also resonates...
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