37.

Somehow, another birthday has come and gone, and boy, what a year it’s been! I like to do a reflective post around each birthday to look back on the year that’s just passed and to dream and plan and try to anticipate the year ahead. I’m a little late in getting this post out (my …

36.

Each year on my birthday for the past several years, I’ve done a post reflecting on the growth of the previous year and setting intentions for the year ahead. While the intentions and the growth don’t always match up, it’s fascinating to follow along and see that that growth usually DOES come…eventually. For example, in …

35.

35 feels a lot different than 34. I don’t mean physically, of course, but mentally this year when I shifted that number from 34 to 35, it felt momentous—like I immediately felt much older now that I’m halfway through my 30’s, rather than being at the start of them. Every year for the past several …

34th birthday

34.

Another birthday. Another year filled with growth and joy and challenges and triumphs. I might understand all too well what Madeleine L’Engle meant when she referred to this decade of life and motherhood as “the tired 30’s,” but this season feels like such a gift. Yes, even amidst a pandemic. Yes, even with two kids …

33.

I’ve apparently now gotten to the point where I have to start doing calculations from my birth year to make sure I’m telling people my correct age (and I’m not the only one—until I wrote it on his birthday card earlier this week, Matt genuinely thought he was turning 32 rather than 33 this year, …

Birthday, Goals

32.

Today I turned 32. If you happen to follow me on Instagram, you’ll know that my day (and mine and Matt’s birthday week in general) did not go exactly as we’d hoped. But rather than talk about all that went laughably not-great this week, let’s talk about how now, at 32, I actually kinda sorta …