So will I miss my 30's? Of course. Did I want to kiss the clerk at the grocery store who called me Miss instead of Ma'am? You better believe it. Am I looking forward to my 40's? Do I have a choice? If I had my way I would somehow switch things around and trade my 30's for my 20's, and my 40's for my 30's.
Everyone keeps telling me that life begins at 40...perhaps that's true...if you're a tortoise.
It's frightening to see my age on paper, even more difficult to say it out loud. It's just so much easier to say 35. So that's the plan, it will be our little secret.
"This is my winter song, December never felt so wrong, 'Cause you're not where you belong...Is love alive?"
Can you really ever get sick of double dark chocolate chip cupcakes? Didn't think so.
Spreading some holiday cheer.
Haven't seen much of the sun lately, so this sunset was a pleasant surprise.
When your mind is somewhere else completely.
Nothing eases the pain of facing another birthday like sitting in the warm glow of the Christmas lights, watching John Cusack movies, all by myself, the night before the big day. I laughed and I cried...it was good for the soul.
On a much happier note, after my pity party last night, I made myself a Boston Cream Pie today and invited my neighbors over this evening to help me devour it. Honestly, this was the best birthday I've had in ages. I feel so lucky to have been able to share my day with their family.
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