in from the cold
Today I turn thirty-six.
Last year I made my peace with thirty-five.
My thirty-fifth year was just really very good and nice.
I expect year thirty-six to similarly blossom with new adventures (Paris, anyone?), new paths, and new possibilities yet unseen. I cannot wait.
I hope to meet each new opportunity with grace and compassion, and, above all, with gratitude. To be alive, to be surrounded by loving people, to feel the sunshine on my face and the earth under my feet, to share my passions with others everyday: what wonder.
Thank you, dear readers, for being part of my life.