Today is my 33rd birthday. Or I could lie and say that it’s my 29th birthday and be perpetually 29, but it’s kind of too late for that now isn’t it? So far, I’ve celebrated by taking a much needed spa day, leaving my feverish child behind in the wake. I feel somewhat guilty about that. But considering I haven’t had a proper facial and massage in well over a year and a half, I think I’ve earned it.
For my birthday I found one of my best friends from middle school. We chatted until 2am, reminiscing about our youth, and the good memories we have of her father, which I found out a few years ago, passed away. We fondly remembered his eccentric nature and just how much he touch everyone’s lives. It makes me realize just how much I have to be thankful for, including finding her again.
I’m currently listening to the Mini crack up. Life is good.