I turned 41 the other day. And so far, I can report that the forties are fabulous. I scrutinized myself and found that my grey hairs and wrinkles are more plentiful, so I spritzed that lightening stuff in my winter-mousy hair, which makes blonder beachy streaks when you apply blow-dryer heat and cunningly disguises the grey as 'platinum-ish'. My hair is summer-ready. At least, that's what I tell everyone. I also need to get my eyes tested, in completely un-related news.
My break from freelancing continues. Which means, no shopping sprees or Mediterranean cruises for my birthday. I have a freelancing return date though: End of April. I'm still working at the University so we won't starve. Except inasmuch as teenage boys are ALWAYS starving.
I'm spring-cleaning my soul. I'd like to jump start my creativity this spring, and spend the rest of the year painting in ALL the colours.