Wednesday, May 20, 2015

35

I just went back and looked at the posts I wrote on my 25th birthday, and my 30th.  All I can say is: I'm sorry I'm so cheesy so much of the time!  Especially on birthdays.  Also, I'm glad I finally grew up and decided to use capital letters.

I guess there's just something about the years going by that triggers a rush of sentimentality and gratitude.  Usually delivered in some kind of list format.

So uh . . . why mess with tradition?

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1) I feel old.  Well, a little old.  But at the same time, I don't find this nearly as scary or negative as it might have seemed from my 20s.

2) I still lack any sort of skincare routine.  Maybe I should get on that.

3) I believe have grown up more in the past 5 years than . . .well, ever.  Thank you, A&C.  I love you both so much.  You two are the most amazing gift.


my 2 gifts playing together this evening


4) Josh, you are also amazing.  Hoping we will get to celebrate at least 65 more birthdays together.  (Statistically unlikely, but . . . you never know!)


Taken on our weekend away in Islamorada last Saturday.  
It was seriously a perfect getaway.


5) I don't think I've ever had a birthday before where I don't actually want anything, really.  I mean, I wouldn't say no to some shopping eventually, but I have nothing that I'm actively coveting of the material sort.  Chalk this up to a mixture of (sorta) minimalism and preoccupation with other things (see #3).

6) As a Big Birthday, #35 definitely sent me on a tailspin of thinking about goals and aspirations and just generally what I want out of life.  Laura's book (she graciously sent a preview copy!) came at a great time.  (Will post a full review later, I promise.)