sarahntastic

I started this blog just over a year ago, a week before my 37th birthday, with an ode (if you can call a bitter, nasty piece of hate mail an “ode”) to my 36th year.

I still hate, hate, hate getting older.  I’m still unemployed.  I’m still confused about what I want to be when I grow up.

But I’ve gotten better, too, at understanding time charges ahead, no matter how much I hate that it does.  Don’t get me wrong – I’m thoroughly annoyed that I still feel like an awkward 12 year old rather than an awkward 38 year old.  But, well, what can I say?  At least 38 is a prettier number than 37.