T W E N T Y - E I G H T

I debated, going back and forth, deciding if I wanted to publish this post and draw attention to the fact that I am indeed another year older. Birthday Blues are a real thing my friends. For a long time, September would roll around and although I was excited because of the start of the holiday seasons to come, I would always find myself down in the dumps as my birthday grew closer and closer. I don't think theres a way to explain how you could feel so much dread but also feel so thankful to be alive while reading text after text from people just wishing you a happy and joyful day. 

For the last four years, I've been stuck on the age twenty-three. I can honestly say it was the best year of my life...so far. Every year we would break out the 2-3 candles and place them on a birthday cake just so I could feel as if I wasn't aging. Sure, it may sound selfish and many people out there probably want to slap me for feeling sorry for myself when I'm still so young in their eyes but hey, its the truth. I just never wanted to age another year older. I don't think it was the age or number itself that bothered me, more so that another year of my life literally flew by in a blink of an eye. And in one way or another its terrifying.  Twenty-eight. The number even sounds foreign to me. Heck, I was just barely getting used to twenty-seven!

Every year I can always count on my mom to post the most embarrassing but also the most sweetest pictures of me that she has collected over the years. I mean, thats what moms are supposed to do right? This one ↑ has become a birthday icon that I'm sure will follow me around for the rest of my life. Legit living the dream, happy and stuffing my face with cake. We spend our entire childhood wanting to grow up and I just want to go back and continue stuffing cake into my mouth. 😂😂😂

In an era where life has morphed us as a species to live to work instead of working to live, I sometimes feel really insecure instead of proud of how far I've come in my own path. I've also come to realize that in the short time I have been alive that at the end of the day, none of the success really matters anyways. People find happiness in the smallest things, and I want to focus this year on finding joy in the simpler things instead of stressing over a number on a birthday cake or the numbers in my bank account. The only thing guaranteed for everyone is that no one is getting out alive. 🙊

I can gladly report that it only took me a few hours of sulking in bed to draw the conclusion that I should probably make the best of my day. The lovely girls I work with treated me to a birthday brunch and even though I was envious of the never ending mimosas, I happily enjoyed coconut french toast and their company. The simple things right! I snapped this picture and sent it to some family members when they asked me how my day was going and to be truthful, I didn't feel any birthday somber while taking it. I felt happy and excited to spend the afternoon doing whatever I wanted. After brunch, I went home and sprawled out on the couch with the puppies until Jimmy took me to our favorite restaurant. Afterwards we bought our baby a crib. 😊💘 It was a perfect ending to the day.

There is a quote out there somewhere that reads: 

The Days are Long, But the Years are Short.

And as more times passes since my birthday, I find this ever so true. My day has come and gone and it will be here again before I know it. I don't think we're meant to learn lessons like these easily but I'm glad I've learned that time is precious and it doesn't slow for any one no matter how much we wish it too. I want to end this with a positive vibe and thank everyone for the love and support that they've continued to show me through the years or even short time I've known them. I also want to thank everyone for all the birthday love I received. It's definitely a great time to be alive my friends, thats the only thing I'm sure of. 😛

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