Something about turning another year older reminded me that my life had not turned out according to plan. I came very close to telling my friends that I didn't want to celebrate at all. Actually, I may have told Julia that I wanted to stay home and cry on my birthday. But then I had a good talk with my therapist, a couple of good cries, got my head out of my ass, and realized that my friends wanted to celebrate my day. And I realized that just because my life hasn't gone according to some plan I laid out when I was 16 doesn't mean that it's not awesome. Because it is. I have amazing friends and a wonderful (and unbelievably crazy) family - all of whom make me feel special and loved every day - but especially on February 21st.
Last year I got blitzed and karaoke'd to every Whitney Houston song every recorded. I also did pottery painting (and wine drinkin') with friends on the day of my actual birthday. This year, my roommate suggested doing a potluck at the apartment and it was perfect. We ate, we laughed, we played Cards Against Humanity. And you know what? It was really awesome to not wake up with a crippling hangover. Instead, I woke up with a crippling sugar hangover. Not even sure which is worse.
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Thank you all for the birthday wishes over the last couple of days! Thank you for the calls, tweets, texts and cards. And the biggest thank you to my friends who celebrated with me on Thursday and Friday. I love you all for knowing that when I say I don't want to celebrate that it means that you should ply me with baked goods and gin - you know me too well and for that I am so eternally grateful.
Here's to 29 being the most epic year yet!