Thirty Two.

So thirty two it is. Wow! That’s old. Damn! That’s old

Ah, and some year thirty one has been. Quite a roller-coaster ride I must say; with a bagful of complex emotions; as complex as The Judge Harry Pregerson Interchange, LA.

But all in all, it’s been a fun year

 

It has been a year of identifying and being comfortable with me. Finding and enjoying solitude; brimming with optimism and positivity; and loads of dreaming.

 

There has been a lot of learning, and honing myself; a great deal of writing, and writing well. I read new books; amazing authors that changed the way I thought. I realised there is so much more to read and so much I was missing out on. I sew like a thorough seamstress and made some adorable stuff; started on with three awesome quilts and will finish them early this year.

 

I made new friends and they did bring about change in my life – for the better.

 

I took risks; I indulged in madness; and I loved it.

 

I fell in love – with the semicolon.

 

Yes, I did add on to my ‘already heavy’ weight last year. I tried, I really tried hard to diet, walk, run, gym, swim, yoga and sex, but none of it worked. I will do it all with double the effort and dedication this year. I swear. I have to; that’s the only hindrance now when I look at myself in the mirror. Yeah baby, I see no tale-tell lines around my eyes. That does make me happy.

 

I was also great in managing my temper this year. I need to get awarded with the patience I showed. I didn’t fret over little things. They were not really little when I come to think of it now. I rocked.

 

Thirty two sounds like it’s going to be a great year too; a year full of fun and mischief; a year with loads to read, better writing, and tons of sewing.

 

I also wish it to be a more serene, settled and simple year.

 

A very happy 32^nd to you, D

 

Yes, please do learn to drive the car this year.