Thirty nine

I woke up this morning and I was thirty nine. (and a bit hung over from last night too)

Most of the time I don’t feel the age I am. Sometimes I even forget how old I am.

When I was in Portugal visiting my family I got to go through some very old picture albums that I had not seen in many years and I got to visit a very young me.

You know what I realized? That I am now more like the young me than I am like the me’s in between. (does that make sense?)

At almost 40, I have come full circle in a way.

This week, I would like to do some “self” posts to share with you some of the things that have made me “me”.

Last night with the help of some vodka (wine and port), and in the good company of Will, Hayes and John, I said farewell to 38.

I am one lucky girl. My life has had it’s up and downs but for the most part, it has been good to me.

So today, I welcome 39. Happy birthday to me!!

farewell 38