Ten years. At the end of the last decade I was 30, a couple of years out of grad school, working as an elementary librarian. I hadn’t published a thing. I wasn’t a mom yet. I still lived in NJ, in a house we’d bought 2 years before. This blog was a year old, and I was posting every single day. I spent that NYE in Paris and had the worst stomach flu of my life there on New Year’s Day, but still…Paris. I had absolutely no idea what would be ahead.

At the end of 2019 I’m 40, and I live in WA, in a farmhouse with a dog, a bunny, and nine chickens. My daughter is a second grader. We’re in Las Vegas for this NYE. I’m a full-time writer, and I haven’t taught since 2015. I’ve published quilt patterns, I’ve neglected this blog repeatedly the last couple of years. I’ve been married for almost 13 years. I drive a different car, I look a little older (maybe wiser?), my friends are totally different, my life is different. I love all of it. I have absolutely no idea what to expect of the next decade.

I can’t wait to see what happens.