Le Journal de +Louise

No wise man ever wished to be younger.

Jonathan Swift

This year’s birthday was a quiet, subdued one. The day was spent at home from work, nursing a jet lag and trying desperately to escape from the heat that is (still) scorching the state.

Text messages from friends and family, some laced with well wishes, and some, would not stop reminding me that I am, indeed, one year older. I have never understood the sentiment of  “The older you get, the more comfortable you are in your own skin”, until, now.

This year, there was no need for special revelations, no sticky party streamers, no detestably sweet birthday cakes and no staring at mirrors, wondering where the heck did the years go. A surprise over indulgent present from Leo and a quiet dinner for two were enough to make me feel special.

If this is what getting old is all about, then here’s to another year!

Much love and light…