37 | Mysite 1

I've been living in New York City since I graduated college in 2005, and I've loved every second of living here. My 20s and very early 30s were spent with all of my best friends, who lived here as well, partying every weekend. I had no complaints, and I was never really interested in meeting someone at the time...

Lately, I have been waking up on my own, before my alarm goes off. Since I no longer need to commute into the city for work, I can afford to sleep a bit longer. Even on days that my eyes open before 7, it still feels strange and luxurious — a foreign concept to sleep as much as I needand proof that my body knows exactly when to get-up...

Andrea, 37, New York, USA

Courtney, 37, New York, USA

"Today Me is always pissed at Yesterday Me—why didn’t you ‘this;’ why didn’t you ‘that?’ The weirdest part though is Today Me is also really over-confident about Tomorrow Me—this will be easy; this will be quick. I just want all the Me’s to work together. There’s only one after all."

Why are our very own faces so foreign and ugly to us?! I hate that. I myself have never felt beautiful. I still think I am weird looking, I just no longer care what anyone thinks about it.

It’s so funny (and sad) to me that at 37 years old, and many, many women younger and older than myself, are learning to fall back in love with themselves...

Katie, 37, New York, USA

Julie, 37, New York, USA

I wake up at 8:30. As soon as I turn off the alarm on my phone, all the possible notifications of all my social media apps appear. As I was sleeping, more and more people reemerged from my past asking about how I was doing. I was messaged by old acquaintances with whom we had absolutely no contact for several years. They read the news and they are worried...

Anna, 37, New York, USA

Cooking is something I somehow thought I would automatically learn as I age, like I took it as part of the adult package. My mom is a great cook, but she made everything so fast and effortlessly in the kitchen, that I didn’t even notice and I never got curious about it, I just never really cared. I liked eating...

I managed to make it down the aisle a couple months shy of 29. But I also managed to get divorced just a few months shy of 31.

I didn’t have kids or own a home. I didn’t “get anything” in my divorce because there wasn’t anything to get. I sold my wedding ring because it made me feel fucking terrible. He took the car...

And today I again got my period. This was the 22nd round of having sex on the right days (tired, sick, angry at husband, doesn’t matter, you just do it) and then waiting for two weeks, analysing every single thing your body does to see if the magic finally happened.

The magic did not fucking happen...

Anna, 37, New York, USA

Courtney, 37, New York, USA

Anna Réka, 37, New York, USA

Keshia, 37, New York, USA

When Corey and I found out we were expecting, we were excited, thrilled, scared but ready for whatever the future held for our new family. Little did we know that would include one of the most stressful moments of our lives...

“Last year I was sitting in the car in the passenger seat. It was a beautiful afternoon, the light was soft, the upstate air smelled like freshly cut hay... then I suddenly saw it in the mirror. My neck. My neck was this.. it was my grandma’s fucking neck.”

W, 37, New York, USA

Anna, 37, New York, USA

Anna: I have this theory that women in their thirties today go through a lot that is unusual. You should be a mother, a woman, but you should also have a career, you should have political views, be informed, do your work-out and be a good wife...

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Anna, 37, Northern Hemisphere

I was probably about 6 months pregnant. It was the end of the day and we were doing some late day swimming which has always been one of my favorite things. Everyone else leaves the beach to go get ready for dinner and the whole place is yours...

Briana, 37, Los Angeles, USA

Married at 23, a homeowner at 24 and a mother at 27, I thought I had life all figured out. Little did I know that a lifetime of “supposed to’s” and an identity built on caring way too much about what people thought about me would stop me dead in my tracks at 34...

Bo, 37, New York, USA

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