Now that it's long past my bedtime, it's also officially my birthday.
I'm a Scorpio. I bet you're not surprised.
I'm fine with my age, it's my ass that could use some youthful vigor.
I'm working toward my goals, but damn if that 20 year old version of myself thought I'd be a lot closer to them. Silly young girl.
I'm tackling the big issues and trying to ignore the small ones.
I'm a Mom. Holy shit, I'm a Mom (?!).
I'm no longer a 'player,' but I love watching hot girls on TV act like sluts and goddesses.
I embrace my craftiness and it's 'trollishness', and I'm glad that I finally accepted creativity as a major part of my life, in spite of what others may think/say.
I love chocolate, and my ass needs to stop complaining about youthful vigor because I'm not giving up chocolate.
I have some lovely photos of my 20 year old ass to prove that it was once youthful. I pledge to gaze at those photos as I grow older [while ingesting large quantities of chocolate].
The 20s were for recreational drugs and attempts at utopia. The 30s are for chocolate and snuggles from a Little Man. The 40s ... well, isn't that a woman's sexual peak?
Do you think about aging and how it's changed you?