Last year at New Years we wished each other a happier one, and said this year couldn't possibly be worse than the year before (and we were right). My 32nd year ended with a shitload of pain, no doubt about it. I'm certainly still processing many things about that, and Bill and I are still in the midst of the technical details of dissolving our marriage, but my 33nd year has been a year more of growth than of pain, even despite losing my grandmother along the way. I am coming out of it stronger and healthier both physically and mentally than the year before. Change can be good, even when you weren't looking for it to happen. And I expect even more changes in the coming year: more growth, and more good.
Thank you for all the birthday well-wishes I've already received. May you all have a merry day full of music and laughter, or at least heartwarming smiles. Because this is MY day, and I said so. :)