So today is my birthday and I'm not going to lie, I haven't really been looking forward to it. Actually I've been flat-out dreading this next milestone in my life like Lindsay Lohan dreads random pee tests. I'm no longer in my early twenties -or my late twenties, ahem - and it's a bit jarring because I can no longer blame my future mistakes, bad judgement or f-ups on my "youth" anymore, it's now time for me to take full ownership and responsibility for my actions for I am a full-blown Grown Up today. But I certainly don't feel my age (which is 29A if you haven't guessed already) or the need to grow up. Or to surrender to the fact that from now on I will be aging and sagging in places I wish would stay taut forever! But C'est la Vie and here I am, one year older. And wiser? I'd like to think so. Although I'm not happy about getting older I am happy about where I am in my life and feel blessed to live the life I do. My boyfriend reminded me of this when he threw me a surprise birthday party (along with the help of my parents) 10 days ago and forty of my closest friends and relatives showed up to celebrate with me. Last week I told you I'd post pictures so here we go. Bear with me, some of these photos are taken from a ways away on my mom's camera and aren't very clear (that and the fact I look like Satan with my red eyes) but I thought I'd share them with you any way. So, the night started out like this:
And that's gum in my mouth, not slobber.
My beautiful cousins
Here I am with Kristin, one of my best friends I've known since I was 8 years old. D. tried to fly in our other best friend who lives in Vancouver - I know, how sweet is he??? - but she had a mid-term that afternoon and there was no way she could have made it. She was there in spirit though and called me ten minutes after I arrived at my party.
That's my friend Jared. He's a lot of fun and was happy I was drinking.
Oh, I almost forgot about the BOOB CAKE!
Anyways, the party was so much fun - I let loose and stayed up waaaaay past my 29A bedtime. I felt so loved and so special that night. And in all seriousness, maybe turning thirty (there I said it) isn't all that bad. I was kinda lost and insecure and went through some really rock-bottom tough times in my early twenties, I started to figure myself out in my mid-to-late twenties and now finally I'm starting to feel comfortable in my skin as I enter this next decade. It's taken a long time for me to get where I am right now, to be content and know what I want. I'm ready to start the next exciting chapter in my life with D., my wonderful family and my amazing friends by my side. And some anti-wrinkle cream.
I hope you all had a great weekend and I wish you a wonderful week!