twenty eight.

Well, I'm officially 28.

Sound the funeral march. Really, any march would be awesome at this point since I haven't done much of anything since Saturday morning. That's when I got a fever, skipped my birthday party, turned it into the stomach flu on my actual birthday (because why not?), and now have bed sores from not moving in 72 hours.

Apparently, it was my party and I could cry  vomit if I want to. Big brudder Eric did have an interesting point that Charlie Sheen and I now have quite a bit in common. Both spending our 28th birthdays face down in a toilet, so I guess you could say that's a win (and you're all trolls, ps).

I kid.

I don't know, I've just been pretty depressed about this birthday and maybe starting it with the flu was a major self-fulfilling prophecy. Something about being 28 really weighed on me. 27 I was fine with; 28, not so much.

I can't pinpoint what it is that has me so down, but I have been. I'm trying to turn over a new leaf, but this leaf feels awfully heavy. Luckily, I have friends and family to help me lift. Emy sent me my favorite birthday card this year (no offense to all other card senders). She said "You are only getting more fabulous each year."

I love that (and I love her).
I'm getting more fabulous. That's the focus. I'm literally aging like a fine wine or trying to at least.

So that's where I'm at. Heading into 28 and trying to do it with some semblance of grace.
Wish me luck.

3 comments:

  1. Your 30s are where it's at. Seriously. The best.

    Happy birthday!

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  2. Happy Birthday. I'm about Four months ahead of you. It ain't that bad.

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  3. :) i did spend a fair amount of time in the card aisle picking that out for you... glad you liked it!

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