Chatter

28

Last night was the best kind of night. I got dressed up, put my heels on and headed out. I left all my anxiety about organized birthday parties at the door. I had dinner at my favorite restaurant with my 3 best friends and their significant others. I walked 3 blocks to find 25 of my favorite people and spent the night celebrating, singing and dancing my heart out with them. I received two of the most amazing birthday cards from my boys that made my heart smile and made me so grateful that I have protective brothers in this city. My sweet friend Alye gifted me with a beautiful Kate Spade bracelet that sparkled on my wrist all night. Elizabeth got there early and secured a corner for us to take over for the evening. My coworkers made up almost half of the party guests which made me so incredibly happy to work with people who I love so much. It was a really great night. 

There are things about me that I need to change and things I want to accomplish, but at 28, I no longer feel like I’m striving for the next best things. I feel settled. I feel (sometimes) responsible. I feel grateful on such a regular basis and have become deliberate in recognizing that gratitude. I feel like I’m letting go of the past and not obsessing as much about the future. I don’t know what this year holds. 26 and 27 were pretty tough. But I like to think it’s a year of amazing possibility. And that as I inch closer to the big 3-0, I’m becoming the best possible version of myself. And that’s all I can ask for with each passing birthday.