Do you ever forget how old you are? 6


No really, do you? I was laughing at myself the other night, like I’d come to some crazy epiphany that I’m not this young chick anymore. Nope, I’m going to be 34 (!!) later this November. Not that I think that’s old, I think it’s just that some days I feel like I’m in my twenties.

But, as time has passed and I’ve matured, I’m happier now than I’ve ever been in my life. I have no regrets, sure I’ve made a shit ton of mistakes, but so what? Who hasn’t. All of it has been lessons learned and thus, made me be a better.

I guess in some respects the passage of time is depressing and terrifies me — how is it that time just passes so damn quickly?   When I was younger, I wanted nothing more than to be older. Why?  Who the F knows. But now, now that time is just whizzing by, I want a slow-down or pause button.  I’m trying to hard to take in all that is this life. I know this is not forever, we are not immortal, although at times I wish some people and animals were. I miss people that have long since left us, I miss all of the animals I’ve had and loved have cared for in my 33 years of existence. I feel so fkn blessed to be alive and have experienced what I have. There is so much beauty in this world….

Anyways, what a scattered post.

I’ll leave you with some pretty pictures from the weekend.

How was your weekend?

Bichons Bichons

Happy, sleeping dogs.

The biking pictures took place on Saturday night when Jeff and I went for a 15 km ride.

Biking Tom Taylor Trail


Tom Taylor Trail

Tom Taylor Trail


Sunset with a view

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