I had a birthday yesterday. A thirty-eighth one.
My therapist asked me if I ever thought that at thirty-eight I'd have a partner and two kids and a house and stable employment, and freedom to be creative. I told her I never really thought about it.
To be honest, six months ago, I didn't expect I'd live to see my thirty-eighth birthday.
What I do know is that I am blessed. Every day. Some days when I am drowning, the blessings in my life are the only things that put one foot in front of the other. Most days, my cup runneth over.
I floated through the day carried along by birthday wishes from friends and family. And cupcakes.
Thank you for sitting shotgun on this sometimes crazy ride.