The last time you saw me, I was twenty-eight years old.
Well, hi. Now I’m twenty-nine.
I wish I could tell you that something magical happened to me between 11:59pm October 8th and 12:00am October 9th, but alas, it didn’t. I sat up in bed and looked in the mirror. The youthful face that has been the bane of my existence since I first considered myself “grown,” was suddenly a welcome sight.
I’m finally the age where looking young is a good thing.
I celebrated my 29th in grand fashion. With my birthday on a Tuesday, this meant that I’d have two birthday weekends. (Says who? Says me. I do what I want.) The pre-birthday weekend was spent in Cincinnati with my favorite party people, partaking in the University of Cincinnati homecoming events; while the post-weekend found me in New Jersey with Big Bro and my Sis-in-Law/mentor (you may know her as authoress Kamryn Adams). In addition to hanging out with my family, I put on my big girl pants and made solo trips into NYC to hang out with my longtime blog buddies Muze, Kit, and Dejanade. For my second night in the city, I experienced a grand tour of Brooklyn in the only way one should: in a Lex, with the sunroof open, listening to Reasonable Doubt. I even snapped a flick in front of Marcy Projects.
Somewhere between the beginning and end of my celebration week, I
#gotthecutty spent good times with a gentleman caller, received my upgrade into the 21st century with a 32-inch flat screen courtesy of Mama SBG, and shared sushi, sake, and laughs with my Ace Boon CT.
Moments of introspection found me wondering how much time I spend worrying over the things I don’t want instead of creating the things I do want. Like Kanye and everyone else, I’m so gifted at finding what I don’t like the most. And with that in mind, it’s no wonder I’m perpetually battling anxiety and pending dread.
From where I stand, it appears I’ve found my stride. I’ve found my career path. I know my calling. I’ve got incredible friends. I look damn good. And I’ve learned how to be okay with just liking men for the sake of liking them.
Life. Is. Good.