I expect this to be long and inarticulate. I'm 37. I can tell myself it is my 10th annual 27th birthday celebration, and that was fun for, like, 9 years, but it sounds rather pathetic at this point, I think. So 37 it is.
I can't help but fear 40. I admit it. I don't know why this is. I know nothing horrible is going to happen to me just because I'm 40 "someday" (a la Harry met Sally).
30 - Divorce and Church.
31 - Church.
32 - Dating.
33 - Rode a LOT of roller coasters.
34 - More roller coasters.
35 - Marriage.
36 - Baby. Knitting.
37 - I suppose we will see! Hopefully more knitting. Why the heck did I stop riding roller coasters? Pregnancy? I HAVE to put that back on this year's list!!!
I'd like to say this is the year that I will wake up and take better care of myself. Exercise. Shower. (Ha. Just kidding.)
I'm excited about my class today. I haven't spontaneously combusted yet, and I've been 37 for like six hours, so I think things will be OK. Yeah.
I guess not so long, but plenty inarticulate.