Whelp, it’s happened.
I had another birthday: the big three-four. I’m officially in my mid-thirties. Somehow, this scares me more than when I turned thirty proper.
My birthday is my own personal New Year’s celebration. It’s a time to get reflective, to think of all that’s happened to me in the year and to think ahead to the next. I’ve gotta say 33 was a heckuva year. One of the best so far.
First, I celebrated the publication of The Muse,which was just so much fun. Becoming a real author with a real book was a long cherished dream of mine. I loved connecting with readers in the JAFF community and feel so grateful for all of the praise the book received.
Another cool thing that I did in my thirty-third year was taking a cross-country road trip from New York City, where I live, to Jackson, Wyoming to meet my boyfriend’s parents. We saw a lot of corn, listened to a lot of podcasts, and saw so much of our beautiful country. At some points, I thought I would cry from boredom (I actually did once on the trip), but looking back, it was an adventure.
Then, I adopted two adorable cats: Eddie and Rowan. At first, it was stressful being a cat mom. I didn’t know what to do when they came down with a case of the crazies and started sprinting all over the house. I’d never seen so much hair accumulate on my carpets. And then one got an infected claw and the other got asthma. It’s tough being a cat-mom, but it’s fun, too. As I write this, Eddie, in a sweeter moment, is kneading the blanket next to me and purring. And now he’s back to jumping in and out and in and out of his favorite plaything: a cardboard box.
Last, in exciting news, I got engaged! My boyfriend proposed in August and we plan to get married next July in New York City. Wedding planning is not easy, even though I consider myself a pretty laid-back bride.
That’s all to say that life is keeping me busy and I’m happy. It’s been a good year. Here’s hoping my 34th will be just as happy.