this is why you hate your birthday every year.

and how to fix it.

i turned 32 on November 23, and i cried during my birthday dinner.

tears of joy, thankfully.

it was 39ºF outside, i was in a black dress that made me feel grown, and i was in a cozy Italian restaurant in Brooklyn with my soon-to-be husband- and suddenly while we were on our first glass of pinot noir, i had a wave of gratitude that washed over me. i coul…