Dear friends, It's Sunday night. The tree is twinkling in the living room, our puppy Dixie is gnawing on the chair I'm sitting on, and all's right with the world. I'm officially 40 years old. Or to be correct, 40 years and two days. I've been looking forward to turning 40, and it feels as comfortable as the cozy sweater I'm wearing. 40 is the age when you stop giving a shit about what other people think and just.do.
Finding your own path
Finding your own path
Finding your own path
Dear friends, It's Sunday night. The tree is twinkling in the living room, our puppy Dixie is gnawing on the chair I'm sitting on, and all's right with the world. I'm officially 40 years old. Or to be correct, 40 years and two days. I've been looking forward to turning 40, and it feels as comfortable as the cozy sweater I'm wearing. 40 is the age when you stop giving a shit about what other people think and just.do.