Today, August 18th 2015, is my 28th birthday.
I usually have major birthday anxiety. I put so much pressure on myself that every time a birthday rolls around, I would look at my life and feel unsatisfied. I’m usually a little weepy. A little panicky. A little drunk. But this year feels different.
I feel like I’m finally giving myself a chance to be a work in progress. After hitting an unusually low point during the late Spring, I knew I had to make some major changes in my life, and take some time to work on myself.
A little vague? Maybe.
Not everything is sunshine, roses and inappropriateness in my life. My resolve to become a happier, healthier person, meant having to say goodbye to someone I love dearly. The reality is, it’s impossible to be a good partner in a relationship if you’re not taking care of yourself. That’s something I learned the hard way.
So here I am. 28 years old. Just “doin’ me” for the first time in a very long time.
My life is blessed. Not #blessed, but blessed in the truest sense of the word. I have my health, I have my family and I have the best friends in the entire world.
I swear I’m not high or drunk. I don’t usually talk this openly about my feelings (unless snark is a feeling?) I’m just incredibly humbled and grateful for the love and support that’s been shown to me not only these past few months but for my entire 28 years of existence.
I feel like I can handle this life/aging/growing-up thing. We can handle it together!