with all the engagement hooplah, my birthday got lost in the shuffle of my brain, but it is indeed today. today i am indeed thirty-two. and while my mind hasn't quite wrapped itself around that number, i've been reflecting this birthday on where i was last birthday.that would be (in case you forgot): basically homeless, essentially single and without real health insurance or a permanent job.
seeing as i'm the kind of person who enjoys personal progress, i allowed myself a little mental happy dance for all that i accomplished while i was thirty-one.
and thirty-two is likely to be a pretty big year as well, with the whole becoming-a-wife thing and all. i'm also hoping to make some more headway on my fiction writing, spend as much time with my Gram as possible, and simplify my life a little (ie, eradicate the piles of junk mail, magazines and meaningless papers that seem to congregate on their own around my apartment).
we'll see. all i know for sure today is that i am one damned lucky girl...
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