38: The Year of Living Purposefully

Ever since I turned 30, I’ve been dreading the birthday I just celebrated two days ago. It’s not the “big” one that’ll happen in (gasp!) two more years, but in my mind, my 38th birthday was always the scarier milestone. In the hours leading up to January 2, I found myself feeling a lot like the girl on the left—a guest at a party I desperately didn’t want to attend. For me, 38 wasn’t just another year where I’d marvel at how quickly time has passed. It was the age my dad was when he passed away. Strangely enough, I… Continue reading