thirty-woo

birthdays are a personal new year

I’m turning 32 (or “thirty-woo,” as it’s called in our household) this week and Lauren says I’m having an “insane” astrological month. This tracks. I woke up this morning and had the urge to light incense and wear a silk robe—two things I never do, and certainly not before noon. Maybe it’s because I finally tidied up the bathroom shelf and now it feels …