32 taught me that you just never know what’s going to happen.
32 taught me that my body is not as young as it once was and ignoring aches and pains is not a smart idea. (i say this as i continue to ignore them)
32 taught me that more beach time is always a good idea. summer, where are you?
32 taught me patience. (still working on becoming a patient person though)
32 taught me just how sensitive i am and how i no longer need to apologize for it.
32 taught me what happens when you don’t say no and you should say no.
32 taught me to always go to the airport comfy and with only a backpack and carry-on bag.
32 taught me that having someone look at you, like really look at you and see you, is one of the most powerful feelings ever.
32 taught me my uterus has a mind of her own.
32 taught me traveling a lot is a blessing and a curse, but mostly just exciting.
32 taught me love could convince me to spend way more time in brooklyn than i ever thought i would.
32 taught me pimples never stop appearing. rude.
32 taught me collaboration.
32 taught me a lot about fear and getting over it/doing shit anyway.
32 taught me about what i want out of my career.
32 taught me there are real supporters out there, fighting for you. cherish them.
32 taught me that i need to figure out how to recharge and reconnect with myself.
32 taught me about dreams and goals and how they can come true.
32 taught me that optimism may be the way…if i can only get the hang of it.
33…oh 33. i hear you are my jesus year. what does that mean? does that mean more wine? i hope you are a year of more growth, more love, more writing, and more clarity.