so, my 37th year was… eventful. among other things i:
i had surgery (and woke up), but ended up nearly dying a week later. luckily, i’m smart or something and had a good idea what was happening and had the wherewithal to advocate for myself while being rolled around the medical system. unfortunately, i learned a little too much about fear and anxiety. i also learned that i am so unbearably lucky to have the family and friends that i do.
i also gave up on trying to be debt-free for my 41st birthday and bought a much-needed new, and warrantied, car.
i met someone i’ve wanted to for many years when my friend Paige came to visit in May.
i’ve gone to a lot of parties and have, shockingly, started not hating the idea of them!
i started going to boot-camp and got my ass KICKED twice-weekly for three months. the scariest thing? i loved it and can’t wait to get back to it! Christopher isn’t sure how he feels about my shrinking ass, though. ;)
i believe it’s no longer possible for me to pretend that i’m young. 38 is way too close to 40 for comfort.
so… 38. what do you have in store for me? whatever you do, please be gentle with me. i may seem to be all tough, but i’m still a little tender from the whooping i got last year.
I sure do hope that 38 is good to you.
Also, I at first read “i met someone i’ve wanted to for many years when my friend Paige came to visit in May.” as “i met someone i’ve wanted to marry for many years…” and I was all “YAY! HEATHER & PAIGE 4EVER!”
I kind of feel like this is your year. In a really good way.
PS I also first read it as “marry for many years” and got all prematurely excited ;)