Well, I’m not sure what average is but I do know I’m definitely not it.
Tomorrow is my birthday when I’ll turn thirtysomething. I originally had my age posted but my husband was against me telling my age. What a sweet man. He always reminds me why I married him by just little things he does.
Instead of painting the town red like I do every year, I opted to stay home with my husband, Maks, and our kitten, Sushi. (I’ll explain more why I chose this route on Tuesday’s Sex and the Married Woman post). Every year, I wonder what I have done in the past year that makes my birthday so worthwhile. Some people look at their birthday as just another day. Some look at it as a day to celebrate the greatness they are (or think they are).
I am in the latter category because honestly, I kick ass. And you wouldn’t be here if you didn’t think I kick ass, also.
Within the past year since my last birthday, I have gone almost-mainstream. I say almost because I’m not quite there yet. But I’ve published four books before my birthday. I’ve developed a cult following. I, Vera Roberts, kick all sorts of ass.
It’s also been a year of reflection. I’ve undergone a lot of emotional and mental changes, even a little physical. I’ve finally become comfortable in my skin again and it’s taken me some time. I guess my late Granny was right: the older you get, the less you give a fuck about what people think about you. (No, she didn’t it like that.)
So cheers to another wonderful year! Thank you for being so patient with me. I guarantee you, it will pay off. Like now…say hello to yaderei…