SO I AM 32...

...and I like it. The solo celebration took place past Midnight by cleaning my place up, ripping the window a/c unit out of my window and wondering where these "kids" are making loud drunken sounds.

At this hour, at this age...I am thinking about where thought I would be/should be, but at the same time, will sleep soundly knowing that I am in a good place. Not financially secure, nor romantically, but tethered to a place I LOVE and surrounded by good people.

And as I slather lotion on my one and only tattoo I think about the things I am grateful for. Soon this awful Summer weather will die out, a new love will be found, and my job will find me even more indispensable.

These are good things.