That sounds so dramatic and Bridget Jonesy, but it’s true. I turn 32 tomorrow and, I have to say, I feel generally optimistic. Last year, I was in deep grief and mourning, letting the day pass with little fanfare. This year, I feel hopeful and encouraged. I want to make it a good one. It will rain, of course, as it always does, but it will be the solstice and I am nothing if not a moon child.