For the past couple of birthdays I have posted a self portrait and here we are, the morning of birthday 37. I find myself this morning still very much sick with bronchitis but it is getting better, thankfully, cause being down and out is one of the worst feelings. I have been powering through it though cause Spencer didn’t fly all the way over here to be around a Miss Cranky Pants which I can very much be when I am sick. Hey, if you were coughing, hacking and felt like an anvil was sitting on your rib cage, you would be too.

I spent the past year thinking I was going to be 38, goes to show you how old one gets that the lines become blurred and it doesn’t matter as much. Well, not to me anyway. Sure I am more rickety than ever, thanks to the NJ weather pointing out every single spot that has ailed me in my lifetime. The other day someone cursed me for not looking my age, which I kindly took as a compliment. Goes to show you that staying out of the sun and away from tanning beds pays off for something…. but fear not, I don’t get carded anymore either.

I went into 36 thinking it was going to be a year about balance and I have to say it was without a doubt one of the most difficult in recent years. A LOT happened to me last year, some of which I would like to make a thing of the past and then there is the whole uprooting to another part of the world. It sure has been a test, that I can tell you. I am doing my best to be resilient to the changes that life has thrown my way, take it all in stride and roll with the punches. It’s a lot harder than it seems, I just try to put on the happy face cause I don’t want to be “that girl” who burdens people with her woes. If you knew me the way some people do, you would know that is just how I roll.

What will 37 hold? Getting my shit together, treating myself better, being a good friend to those who have stood by me despite the fact I am now on the other side of the country, loving and working together with my husband to find our place in the world, get those creative juices flowing again and survive the Winter. God, I am so scared of the Winter and what it is going to bring. But hey, what else can I do? I am here, I have no choice but to pull up my big girl pants and deal. Heh.

So yes, 37. Welcome and let’s go!

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and in previous years: 36 + 35

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8 Responses to good morning 37

  1. Don’t be scare of the winter. You can’t do anything about it, and it’ll probably be excellent. It’s crazy cold today, but this is nothing. Get yourself a big fat puffer coat that is impervious to freezing wind and an insane winter hat and gloves. You will be fine. Happy birthday!

  2. Colleen says:

    That’s an amazing photo of you and you don’t look the least bit sick.

    I hope you get over the munge and are back on your feet soon.

    ~hugs~

  3. Avery says:

    I hope your day has been great and that your weekend is equally if not more awesome. <3

  4. Gena says:

    Hope you’re having a wonderful birthday, and that you’ll have an even better year. 37 looks good on you. :)

  5. Jen says:

    Isn’t it funny how we use our birthdays as a point of resolutions, vs. New Year’s?

    You’re a beautiful and talented artist, and you’re handling your uprooting far better than I did. You’re an inspiration. My 37th is right around the corner… Hope I look half as good! 😉

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