I’m a week late now, but I turned 33 on February 24th. Mike informs me that 33 is supposed to be the happiest year of your life. That sets up some pretty high expectations for the coming year! I do feel optimistic about this year though. I have a lot to be grateful for and a lot to be excited about. It’s a good place to be.
We have a house (albeit a tiny one with some ice dam-induced leaks at the moment) and a budget and plans to build on in the spring. We have a beautiful family. I have fulfilling, exciting work that keeps me busy and puts food on our table. We are surrounded by family and friends. I have very little room to complain (except for maybe about all that ice and snow).
Thirty three is going to be a great year. I just know it.