When trying to decide what profound words I wanted to write about this month, I couldn’t help but think back to this month last year.
August 2009– I was rounding a pretty emotional summer. I was dating someone whom I thought was a fine, upstanding man. I was getting ready to turn 35. My free time teetered between schlepping on my couch and partying like a rock star with my favorite girls. I hated my job. My mother and I were in talks to visit Egypt in 2010. Life was good.
August 2010– I am on the cusp of turning 36. I have the most precious baby girl that brings me so much joy, she is worth all the other bullshit that comes along with it. I have returned to work after being gone for 10 weeks, and though I still would like a new job (and more money) I am feeling a bit renewed and not at all hating it like I was last Summer. I can barely finish a full glass of wine and can hardly bare to stay up past 10pm. But life is good!
Quite a change from year to year. Quite a change, indeed.