I Was 42 Years Old When . . .

A casual, kitchen-table style reflection on what turned out to be a really big year

I turned 43 a couple weeks ago. Nobody thinks of 43 as a significant birthday, but I was extra grateful this year as I thought about all the beautiful changes the last twelve months have wrought. Here’s a reflection on some of those changes.

I was planning to write all of this down and make it a regular post, but after thinking through what I would be sharing, it felt a bit too vulnerable. When in doubt, hide behind the paywall! (I need a little winky face right here, but my computer isn’t cooperating. Please imagine one.)