Tomorrow is my 40th birthday.
I was going to right a whiny, whingey post about where I had hoped to be, our financial straits, the troubles we're going through.
But I won't.
I have hopes and plans for the future. Some of which I've started acting on, some of which need some time to come to fruition, some of which just need for me get started already. I'm hoping to make 40 the year where most of it comes true.
That's my wish, and it would be the greatest gift the universe could give me.
