go shorty.

It's weird how one little trip around the sun makes us pause with reflection at things accomplished and things not. Today's my 29th birthday. A nothing birthday really. More of a last hurrah to celebrate this final and fleeting slice of my twenties. And still I couldn't be happier with where I am; my only regret, that I didn't get here sooner (but really, who has time and energy these days to ruminate on regrets?)  I don't think I've ever had a set notion of where or what I'd be at a certain age, so I've never felt any real disappointment when a birthday rolls around on me. I'm sure that's subject to change, whether it be in a year or in twenty, but for now I'm going to bask in the accomplishment of all the goals I never set out for. Ok and I'm going to go right ahead and bake myself a cake. A vanilla bean cheesecake to be exact (something I had for the first time in Paris and knew there was no choice but to try and replicate). 

We'll be celebrating at a wedding tonight, something a friend lamented for me. But free dinner, an open bar and the only possible way I could get Brent to dance with me sounds like a pretty much perfect Friday night to this girl. Have a fabulous weekend.

xo, m

1 comment:

  1. Happy Birthday! I hope you had cheesecake for breakfast :)