A couple weeks ago (November 10, to be precise), I celebrated my 28th birthday.
It was actually a pretty hard birthday. I never thought I would be the kind of person to freak out about a birthday, or if I did, I assumed it would be a milestone year—30, 40, etc. But 28 has really thrown me for a loop.
Don’t get me wrong—I have the loveliest friends and family, and they made me feel so special. But something was just a little…off. The last few years have been pretty difficult, and I think I’m afraid of getting stuck—of feeling like things will always be this way, even though I know that’s a lie. To top it off, the first few weeks of being 28 haven’t been that great either, and the dreary weather is not doing me any favors.
I don’t mean to get all dark and Xanga-y on here—wallowing in self-pity doesn’t do any good, and besides, I live a very blessed life. In fact, 2014 has some big changes ahead for me, and I’m making a conscious effort to focus on the positive. Birthdays and New Year’s are all about clean slates, right? So here’s to a new year, a good year, and what I’ll make of it. Cheers! 🙂