Birthday in less than 1 week. Panic is starting to set in. Only 5 years till I’m 30!!! Time is a-running out, yet so many things on “the list” are left untouched and unfinished…Welcome to my yearly birthday freak out.
This year, I am getting much closer to the big 3-0 mark… This year should be worse. But this year is different. Different, because at this moment, actually feel very content. And feel like for the first time in a little while have time to actually live my life and be happy (stop and smell the tulips, lilacs, etc).
Got no complaints and no regrets. And to celebrate all this happiness, I will stuff myself into a Herve Leger inspired dress by H&M. Put an oversized Zara “boyfriend” blazer on. Wrap a hardcore-hardware belt around my waist and stick my feet into Zanotti-esque Balmain-ish Aldo shoes. Will dance till no longer am able to stand. Will drink Malibu and Pineapple juice (or Coronas). Will not think about the unaccomplished, but instead will celebrate the items crossed off my list. Like swimming with the dolphins, or visiting my best friend in Switzerland, or finally getting my Canadian Passport. Instead of dreading being “another year older, none wiser”, will seize the day and……..Oh, who am I kidding??? I am 1 Jello cup, 2 grey hairs and 5 back pains away from the nursing home! I hate birthdays!
