It’s My Birthday

It’s my birthday. Here are some things:

After 34 years I’ve finally realized that new year’s resolutions are no good for me because a) my resolutions usually involve eating less cake but my birthday is less than a month away and necessitates cake and b) January kind of sucks and I just want to eat meatballs and wear fat sweaters.

I periodically find gray hair now, and I. Hate. It.

I feel 10 years older, thank you very much, but in a good way.

Last year I learned how to get married, and not just in the “what color flowers for the bouquet” way. The cat and I learned how to live in a tiny space with a wonderful man and his wonderful dog. Hopefully this year I’ll learn how to buy a house with said man and dog. I learned how to build a team from scratch and to open a business with that team, and to work harder than I ever have. I learned how to do yoga in a very hot room. I learned that I miss writing on a regular basis, and that I need to get back to this blog. I learned, again and again, how awesome and supportive my friends and family are.

And I got to wear a fabulous, fabulous dress.

It was a good year.