I’ll be 31 in two weeks. I have faith that my 30s will be my finest decade. Things can always get worse, yes, but they can also always get better. Or they can even out in such a way that I am whole and fulfilled and balanced…again, an improvement over the previous decade.

I watched a bit on 60 Minutes this week about how the Danes are not the happiest people on Earth, but they are the most content and never get too disappointed.
I find that admirable.

I have a local conference this week that I would ordinarily be quite excited to attend, but my energy is lagging. But I shall spend three days networking and rewriting my job description (yes, really, and again), and that should be fun.

Because I feel like a 5’7″ sloth, I decided to go to the gym last night while my laundry was in the dryer…at 8 p.m. I know the rule about working out within three hours of bedtime, but, damn it, I seriously needed to move something. So I spent about 50 minutes on the elliptical for a low-intensity cardio workout, then stretched on the too-high barre they have by the nautilus.

I started working out again this weekend, when I found myself with a hangover and without those magic hangover pills I tried last weekend. I had the fitness room to myself–it seems my neighbors prefer evening workouts–which was fantastic when my sweat began to reek of garlic and tequila.
Because I am one classy babe.

I scored 100% on a Golden Girls quiz on Facebook. Admit it–you envy me my mad
old-lady-sitcom knowledge.

Today I am following in the footsteps of my father and sending off three rolls of film to be developed even though I cannot remember for the life of me what’s on them. I think…my cousins’ weddings? No idea. But it has taken me less than 15 years to get them processed, which means my prints will likely be less pink than the ones of me and my “sister” at the circus.
Thanks, Dad.

On that note, I am loving me some snapfish these days. All ordered prints are present and accounted for at three different addresses, which cost me less than a latte. It feels good to frame and set out some new photos…it feels almost as good to recall that I have a pretty good eye. I’m really happy with how some of the shots are framed.