…online. Here goes! I’m finally starting that blog I’ve been talking about. Thanks for coming along for the ride.
…on 4. It’s amazing how having little ones gives you the chance to rediscover the world. Olives really are better once they’ve wiggled on your fingertip. And so are worms. Trying something new is a bit intimidating, but once it clicks, that feeling of triumph makes it soooo worth it. Why fight it when you feel like giggling uncontrollably, crying hysterically or falling asleep sitting up? If you love something, there’s nothing wrong with doing it every waking minute of the day. High five!
…on 10. I can’t get enough of Taylor Swift. Seriously, that girl is one brilliant storyteller. And her hair? Come on. I want to be like her when I grow up.
…on 16. I still love getting in the car—all by myself—and blasting music I really shouldn’t be listening to.
…on 21. In my mind I’m still in my early 20s. And every now and then the guy at the grocery store asks me to prove that I’m not (which would be a whole lot more flattering if they’d do away with that sign that says “If you’re under 50, be prepared to show ID”). I like to think I’m fun at a party (even the kind without a jumpy house) and still have the world at my feet.
…on 28. I still feel like a kid, but I know not to accept it when somebody treats me like one.
…on 30 something plus one. In the age of social media, there’s no denying how old I turned today, but I’m certainly not going to do the work for you.
…on 30 something and then some. Far too often I find myself talking about the good old days. And overflowing with unsolicited advice. I shake my head when I overhear teenagers in public. I worry about the future and what it holds for my kids, as well as my parents. What can I say, I’m an old soul.
…onward and upward. I don’t know what this year will bring, but I do know that I’ll be doing my best to find the ah-ha moments, embrace change and celebrate the little wonders. And I’ll be using my words every step of the way. I hope you’ll join me.