Will be turning 32 soon and for the next seven days leading up to my birthday, I’m going to try to write down any lessons I may have learned from the past year when I was 31.
After spin class, my boyfriend and I grabbed a quick bite and told him I was miserable. I also told him that the only reason I know things are going to get better is because things can’t go any worse.
It takes a special person to put a dark cloud on the silver lining.
But things can get worse. I can things of many ways on how things can get worse. But they won’t. I won’t let things get worse. I’m almost at the age that the calendar can not even hold even in the longest months.