So it seems I am 39 now. For real. It is going to sound very corny but I really do not feel more than 30. That too for real. I still dress like a teen, danse barefoot in my kitchen and belch out songs with invented lyrics because I never bothered learning the words, & shove clothes deep in my wardrobe instead of hanging them neatly on matching wooden hangers in a colour coordinated fashion. I sometimes drink from the milk carton, often finish my little ones mac n’ cheese, and surrender to the odd berries and mascarpone pie without a care in the world – until guilt sets in, but that’s another story entirely. Anyhooooo, I guess that a proper 39 years old woman would not do these things, and here I am.
What’s my birthday wish then, beside world peace of course? To keep doing all these things a long while longer, to find peace wherever I am, to keep feeling inspired to transform beautiful spaces and to laugh… everyday.
Peace out! xx2