On the eve of 32
I’ve always liked my even number years, with the exception of 25, and have enjoyed getting older. 31 was hard - adjusting to being married, adjusting to my new role, and struggling with anxiety. It has been a bit darker than I would have liked, but tomorrow starts a new year. At dinner tonight, after PS told me what he was planning on getting me for my birthday, I decided that 32 is the year to do all those things I’ve wanted to do, but haven’t, and should before we decide to bring children into our lives.
Here is the list so far, and I plan on adding more:
1. Run in the Santa Barbara half marathon.
2. Go wine tasting in Napa.
3. Train our puppy.
4. Balance home with work.
5. Work harder on lessening my anxiety.








