The past year of my life has brought dramatic changes, most of them good, even when they felt bad at the time. Like getting let go, née fired, from a job I hated in a toxic enviroment then getting taken to court months later over rightful unemployment payments. I make half as much now but am a million times happier, not to mention how lucky I am that my amazing husband supports my dreams and encourages me in my career. Speaking of which, in this year I was proposed to, planned and executed my wedding, and bought a house in the same week! With any luck (and we could use it, homeownership is fraught with unexpected, backbreaking and expensive suprises), my husband and I will be celebrating our first Christmas, in our first year of marriage in our first house (with new hardwoods, painted trim, new wall colors and the worlds tackiest bathroom)!!!

I’ve been paranoid and negative about getting older and birthdays for years now, 26, in my opinion being the best age ever and I never want to get any older. Alas, every year, even the good ones, rush past and this year I find myself staring down thirty (shiver… anyone else feel that?). So while I CANT WAIT for all the next stages in my life, I just wish I could be eternally twenty-something. I know my mind won’t get older (hee hee), but my body better enjoy this last year year of my twenties.

Oh yeah, it’s my birthday…