my amazing birthday cake on a vintage plate....i ate the whole thing.
My birthday was a week ago. The days leading up to my birthday had me in a awkward state. In my infinite wisdom of 31 (4 years ago), I made all these goals to be accomplished by the time I was 35 (present). Since I'm not fluent in French, I don't have a gaggle of kids and I'm not the weight I was at 29...I got depressed.
Then the actual day came, and I was reminded how truly lucky I am. This year has tested my faith a little, and I've had to breathe and remind myself that I'm exactly where I am supposed to be. I'm sick of beating myself up because I'm not everything I wish I was, but instead want to spend the next year focusing on everything I am...
I still have hopes for what 35 brings, but accept my wonderful life for what it currently is: raising a two year old, maintaining a marriage, trying to be healthy, trying to be authentic and managing a home. I'm a blessed girl and sometimes I forget to sit back and enjoy what is right in front of me.
Here's to a wonderful 35.