1. Today is my birthday.
2. I am 37 years old.
3. Truth: I just typed that I was 38 and had to think real hard about how old I actually am only to realize that I aged myself by one year.
4. This is what happens when you start getting older. You can’t remember how old you are.
5. One of my favorite numbers is 37 (who even has favorite numbers? Why is mine 37?), so maybe that means this is going to be one of my favorite years of life.
6. I’m not a big birthday celebrator of myself. I’m good with hugs from my kids and maybe a card or flowers from Ryan.
7. And a big piece of carrot cake, please.
8. Carrot cake is so delicious. Especially this one.
10. One of the things I missed most while we were on the road was barre class.
11. I went for the first time in a long time last week.
12. And nearly passed out. I’m not kidding. I had to put down the 2lb weights because I could not keep up.
13. Apparently taking a 4 month break from working out is not a good idea.
14. Want to know what else I have taken a break from? All appointments.
15. On my to-do list (that has sat untouched for at least three weeks) is appointment-making of all kinds: dentist, orthodontist, counselor, naturopath, hair cut + color. So many appointments.
16. The one I’m most looking forward to is the counselor. I know that sounds weird, but it is true.
17. My degree is in Child + Family Psychology and so I fully believe in the benefits of counseling and yet in all my 37 years, I’ve only been a handful of times. I’m slightly dysfunctional in my thinking (written with much sarcasm) and can not wait to get some ugliness and untruth worked out.
18. At a women’s retreat last spring the speaker said such a profound thing:
19. “Your brain doesn’t know the difference between the truth and a lie. All it knows is repetition.”
20. Isn’t that crazy? What we tell ourselves over and over is what our minds think is true and so we act as if it is truth.
21. In my 37th year, my hope is that I can get my heart, soul and mind to join forces and move forward with some real truth as the backbone instead of insecurities, hurt and fear driving the ship. Ugh.
22. I thought by the time you hit 37 you didn’t have to deal with these things.
23. I also thought you didn’t break out anymore.
24. Oopsies. Wrong on both accounts.
25. One thing that is great about getting older is that my kids are getting older, too.
26. I loved them as little kids and always felt like preschool-age was my motherhood sweet spot (I mean, come on. 3 year olds are just the most adorable. Slightly exhausting at times, but they are so sweet and say the cutest things. And they let you dress them in things other than basketball shorts and hoodies).
27. I wasn’t sure how I would do with older kids – especially pre-teen boys. They smell! Their sense of humor is so weird! They are so foreign to me!
28. But I can say wholeheartedly that being a mom to these kids as they get older is better than I ever imagined.
29. Parenting changes around the ages of my kids now (12, 11, 8, 6) from constantly needing me physically, to needing more of me emotionally and mentally. There are different challenges, of course, but for the most part, they just want to talk. And talk. And talk. And sometimes they’ll listen :)
30. One thing we were just talking about was the fact that the internet was introduced to me my freshman year of college. College! The kids thought that was crazy.
31. They also think I’m crazy for not eating chicken on the bone. But I just can’t. The skin, the veiny things, the gnawing. I can’t.
32. Also? I don’t do oatmeal.
33. I do enjoy avocado toast, though. We ate it all summer long. And for dinner the other night, actually.
34. Sourdough toast, smashed avocado with a splash of lemon, salt + pepper, arugula, cherry tomatoes, poached egg, goat cheese and a drizzle of some variety of savory jam, if available. Yum.
35. I really liked those white plates. When we sold the airstream, we enjoyed the new owners so much that we tossed in new bedding and a few pillows and gave them all of our dishes. They just fit so perfectly in the drawer. I hope their sweet family enjoys that trailer as much as we did.
36. My mom asked us if we plan on camping again and we were like, “um. Can you ask us in a few months? We just got back from living on the road”. It’s like someone asking if you are going to have more kids while you are still in the hospital with your newborn. #toosoon
37. Speaking of being in hospitals with newborns … once upon a time, there was a little red-head babe who was supposed to be named Erica, but when her grandmother came into the hospital room to look upon her new granddaughter, she declared, “How’s my little Emily Anne!” And that is how my story began …
38. Oh my goodness. I just finished this list, told Ryan how ridiculous it is that I forgot how old I was and how good thing I changed it to 37 things instead of 38 things! And do you know what? He just reminded me that I’m actually 38. You can’t make this stuff up.
P.S. I did another one of these posts on my 34th birthday entitled … you guessed it! … 34 Things. Read that one here.