The last birthday in our family’s winter cluster is mine, and I’m 45 today. That 5 in there is really pushing the idea that 50 is coming, but you know what? Let it come. I’m the strongest I’ve ever been, physically and emotionally, and I love getting older.
I already made sewing intentions, so my birthday ones for 2025 are pretty loose: Keep being a dilettante, find more ways to help people, scroll less/knit more … and until 2028 at least, don’t go looking at the devil’s butthole.
