Eight years ago today, I started keeping (sporadically) this blog. I was 29.
Today I'm 37, and so far, I'm having a hard time with it. Of course, nothing says "Happy Birthday" like losing your regular freelance job the day before. We won't starve, but I do need to find more work soon. I'm trying to look at this unexpected job loss as an opportunity to try something new, . . . to shake myself out of this cozy, easy existence I've had going for the last 6 years.
Turning 37 also means I feel dangerously, perilously close to being 40. I don't feel 40. I feel about 24.
I had some lovely cards and birthday wishes today, my favourite being this card from my Mum . . . .
Who knew that hedgehogs were so intellectual?
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