Can I Get a Do-Over?

If anyone has earned a do-over this semester, it’s me. Yes, I’m being self-pitying. No, I don’t care.

I do owe everyone a big apology. Over a month without blogging is really inexcusable, especially considering I didn’t have any major crises in the month of November, unless we’re counting the fact that I turned 34 years old.

How did that happen? I’m 34? I’m in my mid-thirties, people. Like, squarely in my mid-thirties. I got a Sonicare toothbrush and my carpets professionally cleaned for my birthday, and both gifts were exactly what I wanted. That’s not right. I fear what will be on my list when I turn 35, much less 40.

Um, no offense to those of you 40 and over. You’re all young and sprightly, just as I will be once I achieve your age, I’m sure. Just don’t tell that to my knees.

I did determine that my 34th year would be my year (to steal a phrase from Justin Timberlake) to bring sexy back. Yeah I did. I’m confident about a lot of things. I’m funny, for instance. I know this. I’m a great friend. Also a true statement. I’m extremely gifted at not keeping things organized. Very accurate. However, the mojo went and disappeared years ago, and I want her back.

So, here’s hoping that this year, I can go back to being the girl who has the self-confidence to know that she deserves to put herself first. She deserves to look good, feel good, and be spoiled from time to time. And she needs to learn how to switch from first person to third person in a blog entry without confusing herself…myself…whatever.

I have a ton of poetry to write before the end of the semester, which is a mere sneeze away.

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