When I was a little girl, I used to open my eyes on the day after my birthday and feel just a little deflated. My special day had come and gone. No matter how great the celebration, I was sad another 364 days would pass before I’d once again prance around in a tiara for a day and eat not one but two large, gooey hunks of cake. And then lick my fingers without a scolding. Okay, so maybe I’m describing my last birthday. But you get the point. When the party is over, it’s back to normal and business as usual. So, here we are at the start of year two. Time to buckle down.
Birthdays also make me crave change. What is the enemy of good? Better, of course. Sometimes the changes are superficial, like the highlights I put in my darkest-of-dark-brown hair. Bad idea. My husband likened my new ‘do to a calico cat. But some changes go beyond skin deep. As I’m working on meaningful updates (to the site, that is – it was the site that had the birthday, people), I’m taking stock of what you like and why you keep coming back. More to come very soon. I hope you’ll be pleased. If not, meow. Continue reading ›