I kind of love celebrating my birthday. I stretch it out for as long as I can. Not so much because I need people to celebrate ME, but rather, because I love planning parties, and love even more celebrating – anything – with good friends, good music, good fun. And dancing. Of course dancing.
This isn’t any kind of milestone year. It’s just kind of a weird number, actually.
But I’m happy to be celebrating another year of life. A new year of adventures. And most importantly, a re-connection to myself. I feel more like myself at 31 – happier to be, to live, to dream – than I ever was at 21, or even at 30 for that matter.
Oh what a year can do.
I also am so appreciative for the man who carded me the other night and then told me I most definitely did not look 30. So it begins. I’ll happily take it.
I never thought I would be happy – proud even – to be in my 30s (I almost had a complete meltdown this time last year when I was saying goodbye to my 20s). But now, I’m ready to embrace all that life has in store for me. 31, here I come.
Here’s to another day of creativity…
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