Today I turn 37.
I don’t really have anything profound to say. I can go in circles trying to analyze my life and come up with some nostalgic, poetic advice that I have gleaned over the course of three, almost four, decades- and a boat load of trauma.
As an old woman all I can say is: tell more people to fuck off. Choose yourself in situations where you aren’t being made an option. And then refer back to the first one when they get mad. A lot of the things I deal with now would have never happened to me if I’d followed this advice.
Good luck, and I love you.