So, I turn 40 tomorrow--I've dreaded this birthday for the last several years, but now that it's arrived, I'm really not bothered by it. I'm thinner than I've been in several years, I'm happier here in Oregon than I was in Pittsburgh, and I have a lot of wonderful friends that I hadn't even met yet at 30. Currently, my hubs and I both work within 8 miles of our house, we both have full-time jobs, and we've lived together since May of 1997 (proving to me that this might be my one example of where loving has won out over fighting.) My husband and I are a little house poor right now, which wasn't the case when I was employed in Ohio--but, frankly, who ISN'T a little house poor right now? Anyhow.
The prompt at A Year in the Life of an Art Journal for mid-February was "Fight," so as I worked on this latest page in my 2011 journal, I kept my birthday in mind. I've always been tickled by the saying, "I'm a lover, not a fighter," because I'm really a fighter more often than a lover. lol! So, this entry just seemed to grow from that . . . and I'm pleased with the blue-eyeshadowed crazy-woman in the lower right corner, too.