Birthday Self-Portraits - 2025
Turning 46 hits different. There’s this funny, almost surreal moment where you realize you’re officially closer to 50 than 40, and instead of spiraling, you just… exhale. Because this year? This year has been transformational. I’ve shed old skins, old hurts, old versions of myself that weren’t serving me anymore. I’ve grown into someone steadier, wiser, softer in the right places and sharper in the right places, too. And the wildest, brightest part of that growth was Andy — meeting him in January, starting a relationship in February and watching our lives click together like two parts of the same spell. It’s been a year of storms and rebirths, and I feel more myself at 46 than I ever did at 36. Honestly? It feels good to be here.
