37. That’s how old I will be in two days, yet I feel as chipper and look as youthful as a 27 year old who wears spanx and rocks lucite heels. That means I look damn good, yo. And not for my age. Don’t give me that! I feel like I look better now than I have ever looked. I feel happier now than I have ever felt. And I owe a lot of it to the life lessons and experiences that came to be when I was 36.
So let’s celebrate, shall we? Let’s welcome my soon to be 37th year on Earth (I’m probably 100 in Mars) by saying goodbye to 36.
It’s been real, 3-6, because you gave me:
A New Love
Boo and I became an item on April 10, 2014, a week shy of my 36th birthday. He’s been such a blessing. That’s why our relationship is on this list. 36 was fuller and greater due to his love, understanding, support and guidance. I’ve never known a love like this before, I’ve never been taken care of and loved like this before. I am so grateful to bring him and this relationship into 37!
Don’t laugh: hair is a big deal for Dominicans! Especially a Dominican who is an Arian. Aries are know for their flowing mane, therefore I am very attached! P.S. Doesn’t my Lily Aldridge inspired mane look beautiful!
I have worked very hard professionally to be where I am today – and that’s Latina.com’s love and sex columnist and web series host for #AskSujeiry (comings soon on Latina.com!). Other things are in the works that I will share soon. And, of course, I have other goals, like continuing to grow the Manifest workshop (it gives me life!) and this here online magazine. It will all come in due time, I know that. And so much of this professional prosperity happened at 36. I will never forget it!
I have always struggled with moving on. Once I am attached to someone it’s hard for me to shake them, even when they are treating me like a bug that needs to flicked. At 36, I lost a friendship and struggled with letting it go. It took me almost the entire year to accept this friendship was over, to stop trying to mend things with a friend who didn’t want to talk about our issues and move on from them, like I always beieved we would and could. So I had to let go. This person wanted nothing to do with me. I couldn’t fight it anymore. I stopped trying to apologize for having hurt feelings and being human. I stopped trying to convince someone that I was once again worthy of their love and friendship. Even though I am still in awe that our friendship is dead in the water, I have moved on. I don’t want her friendship anymore. At 36, I learned that it is possible to let go of someone that you love, once trusted and ultimately believed would be in your life forever.
I’m From Long Island, Bitch!
At 34, I moved to Los Angeles. At 35, I moved back to NYC. At 36, I moved in with Boo to Long Island. And I love it. Being in the ‘burbs is so peaceful. Creating a happy home, a sanctuary, with Boo is everything I always wanted and hoped for. I didn’t think it be in LI (ride or die, as my sis says) but I do know home is where the heart is. My heart is here, next to Boo, and in the city (once in a while) with great family and friends.
So, farewell, 36! It’s been real. It’s been educational. It’s been fucking fantastic.