thoughts on 37....
my 37th year was a pretty interesting one. I remember not so very long ago when the thought of being 37 would send shivers down my spine, I never wanted to be "old" and in my mind 37 was beyond old! looking back on it now I think the root of the problem may have been with where my life was at that time, I now realize that it was more that I didn't want to be 37, single, working a crap job, driving a crap car and living in a crap house/apt. luckily, I'm not! my 37th year turned out to be a fruitful one with the purchase of my first house a few weeks before my birthday, and over the past several years I have managed to pull my life into order and for the first time, in nearly my entire life, I feel like I am doing what I am meant to do. I love my job, it has never felt like work, I'm in a good relationship, I have a decent car and now a home, I feel incredibly blessed and lucky, and to top everything off my 7th period threw me a surprise birthday party yesterday, talk about feeling the love! so I don't really worry as much about the number anymore, 38, fine! 39, great! 40! bring it on!