Dear Candace,
Now that I’m 36, I’m living in the fullness of myself and have come to terms with a few things.
One, I still forget to switch the laundry to the dryer.
Two, giving myself a manicure is an arduous task requiring a ridiculous amount of Q-tips and toxic polish remover, and I still end up with nails that look like they were done by a 6 year old.
Three, pie is my always and forever weakness and a crust made with lard makes my knees buckle. I could eat pie every day of my life and never, not once, feel guilty. Pie is life.
Four, I may get bold and branch out on occasion, but a breve flat white is my coffee drink of choice, iced or not.
Five, I like lipstick but I love lipgloss.
Six, I am not beyond some impetuosity including cutting several inches off my hair and now feel a cool and strange breeze on the back of my neck.
