on getting older

A letter about turning 49. It feels like I just wrote my letter about turning 39. I remember being nervous about my 40s, but…

I’m horrible at texting and messenger. My friends send me notes. I see them, then forget to respond. And then it becomes awkward because I haven’t responded and I should have responded. Then they call. Or I call. And then, there I am, the friend who tries, but just is horrible at messaging. I still love them. I’m trying. I’ll get better. But sometimes, get this, my inbox is giant.

I’m kind of in this weird spot of motherhood. Let’s just call it the not so glamorous, but still stressful, but now I’m trying…

So, I’m going to be totally real. This might seem silly, but today, after I had my hair cut and colored I booked a…