I’m in Munich at the moment, hopefully having loads of fun in beautiful weather (I won’t hold my breath on the latter).
At least for one more year, I’m still closer to my 20’s than to being 40. But in truth, I think my 30s have been pretty great so far. Now that I’m older and somewhat wiser, I know how to dress for my body type, I know how to put on makeup in a way that best accentuates my features, I don’t care so much what other people think… I think the 20s were about finding out who I am – okay, and the 30s so far too – but I think I’m much closer to knowing myself now than I was back then. I’m much more comfortable in my skin – even if living in Germany has made me much more aware of the color of it.
I’m thankful I only have one gray hair so far. Due to obsessive sunscreen use and good genes, I don’t have a single wrinkle. I’ve got a wonderful family, a comically stubborn dog, and great friends. Life is good.
Still, I know what I’m wishing for this year, and nope, I’m not gonna tell ya!