Ripley envy

I started a blog with high hopes of blogging about Revolutions Festival all the time. I have no idea why I thought I'd have time and energy to blog during the festival. How silly.

Speaking of the festival, I always think of February 1st as the start to the year. You know how you do that thing January 1st where you plan to start fresh? Eat better, hit the gym more, save money, clean the house, etc. I always start January eating gala cookies, drinking too much beer, not sleeping, etc. Once the festival is over, I make big plans to start fresh. Buy groceries, make healthy dinners, core mania, stay on a budget... the works.
I'm kinda doing it. Kinda. I'm also taking the downtime to be a little lazy. Saturday I woke up, made coffee and then I watched Alien. Later that day, I watched Aliens.

What a good day.

Also, Ripley is my hero.

Speaking of wanting to be Ellen Ripley, I am turning 40 this year. I'm looking forward to it. As time goes on, life gets better and better. I'm digging it. This whole living life thing. I was talking to Elsa the other day about looking ahead to the age of 40. Where do I want to be? How to I want to be? This past year was quite the eye opener. A lot of changes and self-realizations. I had to crack myself open. I had to look myself in the eye. I had to move.
So what kind of 40 year old do I want to be?
Open. Strong. Brave.
Creating. Traveling. Loving.
Less self-judgment. More forward movement.
I think the judgement thing is a big deal. I'm over it. Or working on it.

Aaron and I are planning a trip to Curacao to celebrate.
Husband and a tropical island.
Oh. Hell. Yes.

I will end with a story about my cat. Fry Pancakes is my boy kitty. He likes to pull everything out of my bag until he finds a hair tie. He will then cry and meow at it as he throws it around the house eventually getting it into his water bowl. I find hair ties in the water bowl most mornings.
I also go through a lot of hair ties.
Recently, he became obsessed with a stuffed raccoon which is actually my dog Shudek's toy. He cries and meows and throws it around the house and the other day he threw it into the toilet and then pulled it back out of the toilet.
It was gross.
What a weirdo.