36

Today is my birthday. I'm 36. I will be 40 in four years. That’s the first thing that this number means to me. Maybe I’m vain, well I know I’m vain, but that’s the truth. A friend who is older gave me the finger when I made a pinched, winy face while saying that the other night. I get it, I get it…..because I give the finger to people (children) who say oh my god I’m going to be 25 this year. Shut up. But as another friend always says….it truly is all relative. Realizing a milestone is close can be scary.

The next thought in my head is, wow, life is pretty damn great right now. These past couple years I’ve come into my own professionally in a way that has made me finally feel like I’m fully practicing the art of what I do. I’m performing again. I’m singing again. That 10 year-old who loved to march on stage and sing her heart out has a voice again. Blogging and taking photos has continued to be fun and creatively full-filling. My house still feels cozy and Miss A is there to keep me company.

I am very grateful and aware of how much I have to be thankful for….

Then there’s the one spot I need help with. I hope everything will work out in the end and that I can trust that whatever happens IS what’s supposed to happen. I keep repeating "patience and strength" over and over again in my head. Sometimes it works and sometimes I'm like screw you God help me out here. Martinis anyone?

The  third thought in my head is what next? I’d love a house with 2 bathrooms and humbly ask God that one of them be on the ground floor. I’d love to take on even larger projects professionally. I’d love to sing a certain duet that I’m practicing. I’d love to take a vacation where I don’t have to check my phone for a week. I’d like to….a couple things I can’t mention on this blog.

I’d like to keep going…..and I hope that every year gets better!

Cheers!