Well, folks, tomorrow is the big day. My birthday. I love birthdays like nobody's business and, no, not just mine. I love everybody's birthday. It's the perfect day to celebrate yourself and how far you've come.
And, oh man, I've come a long way. Literally. From Seattle to Las Vegas. From graduate school to professional. From long distance relationship to I get to wake up next to his handsome face everyday. From fear to joy.
This year has been an incredible ride.
In my birthday post last year, I wrote this little blurb and I think it pretty much sums up how I feel about birthdays:
What I love most about birthdays is that they afford us the rare opportunity to celebrate ourselves and our growth. One of my best friends recently told me that I'm weird about birthdays. She later apologized for her wording and more than made up for it in her always amazing annual birthday card (although it's really a disservice to call it a card when it reads more like a really funny novel). Along with many, many loving sentiments (including "you have the wit and charm to bring Hugh Grant to his knees"), she wrote, "You always make it so special for me, and everyone else, on my (weird) birthday... Something that actually deserves more recognition than you get for it. I mean, who doesn't want to be celebrated? That is what is so wonderful about you, you want to celebrate everyone." This really touched me.
And you know what? She's right. I do want to celebrate everyone.
What can I say? I heart birthdays. Especially as I get older. In last year's post, I talked a little about age. This week I had a sort of rude awakening about my own growing number and it gave me a lot to think about.
Here's the thing I'm convinced the world - and certainly the beauty industry - doesn't want you to know: Life just gets better. Write it down. Believe it. It's true. I barely even remember my pre-30 birthdays (call it early onset Alzheimer's). Except for 22 in Africa. That one rocked, but I'm digressing. My twenties were fun and messy and emotional, but my thirties are f*cking beautiful. My point? Don't fear getting older. Embrace it... and yourself.
And on a personal note, I am so absolutely giddy about this next week and a half. Today's agenda includes a birthday party at The Golden Nugget. Tomorrow is all about a spa appointment and dinner at the Melting Pot with the handsome boyfriend. On Wednesday, I fly to Seattle and then drive to the beach to hang with my wonderful mama. Weekend in Seattle with family, friends and my adorable nephews. Next week brings a Vegas visit from my best friend and her hubby and then a girl's trip to San Diego with Autumn Vegas.
Have I mentioned that I love March? Especially March in Vegas. It's 70 degrees today.
I'll end this post with a picture of Madonna... and me! (Circa '85, but whatever.) I posted this last week, but I don't think it got enough love. :)