|Me, celebrating my birthday yesterday at Pounds and Ounces in Chelsea.|
This past year of my life was, admittedly, not the best. I had a lot of health issues, including months of physical therapy to heal a hurt shoulder. I suffered the daily struggle of New York life as I tried to figure out just how exactly I was supposed to pay my rent and all of my bills while freelancing and paying my own medical insurance. I lost some friends who had been very close to me, which, no matter how old I become, still stings.
But the best thing that happened to me is that I realized things can only improve from here. 32 was my least favorite year yet, but that means there's so much room for my life to get better! And the coming year promises to bring many exciting changes, which I'm keeping under wraps for now but will be revealed in due course. In any case, I'm extremely excited to see what is down the road and to embrace 33 for everything it has to offer.
|Blowing out the candles on my cake on my 8th birthday. Note the dress with the matching headband. And HOW did my hair get those amazing beachy waves?|
I want to extend a heartfelt thank you to everyone who reads this blog -- I truly appreciate you! And, to be truly self indulgent ... happy birthday to me!