Today I turn 40. Far from being bothered by it, I’m riding high on life. I’m dating the most amazing man, surrounded by incredibly good friends and chosen family, living in a beautiful city, feeling really good about who I am in body & spirit, and looking forward to the years and decades ahead.
That isn’t to say that my life is perfect. My knees and back periodically act up, generally because of something I did at the gym. My metabolism has slowed down a bit so I can no longer eat with abandon. I expect this year will finally be the year I need to get reading glasses (I can’t complain after 40 years without glasses or contacts). The stress over the last two years about the shit-show that is our country hasn’t helped either. But on the whole my problems are of the champagne variety.
Thank you to everyone who has joined me through the last 40 years, be it for a few days, years, or decades. You have all influenced who I have become in ways I can never adequately convey. My life hasn’t alway been easy, despite my privilege, but I wouldn’t change anything about my journey and who I have become.