Hi friends! I write to you having just freshly turned 40 years old yesterday. I had big plans to write an essay about all my feelings around this, but a nasty cold knocked me out for a chunk of last week and my brain isn't fully back online yet.

And then I thought, well, isn't that just the essence of getting older? Rolling with what comes at you, and not forcing yourself to do something you're not actually up for doing? So I decided that for now I would mark the day with just this little post, because I didn't want it to go entirely unremarked upon. The essay will come another time, because I do have a lot to say but my brain is pudding right now.

Instead, I ask that you do something today that brings you joy. Pet a cat, read a book that makes you kick your feet, paint your nails with something sparkly. For me, I'm going back to bed.