it feels right to be finishing up my year as a 36 year old. it feels like i’m old enough to be called 37. i’ve felt different for awhile…in a good way.
i’m “auntie” to babies instead of mama. i get up early to exercise three days a week. i laugh at work more than ever before. i count on the computer to stay connected to those i love. i can imagine my marriage in 12 years from now. i’m teaching myself the ukulele. i struggle to find the right kind of book to read at night. i have known and loved jerry for over 20 years. i question my beliefs often which seems to solidify some of them. i see value in believing for the sake of believing. it feels odd to drive a minivan all by myself. i find myself at school advisory meetings. i make layered salad and chili for my kids’ teachers. i regretfully show irritation with my children. i love finding friends in my driveway. i’m keenly aware of the temperature outside. i’m content. i’m grateful. i feel a freedom i haven’t known in a long time…or ever. i’m about to be thirty seven…which feels very adult.