i feel the best i have ever felt.
i love my life. i love my job. i love my freckles. and the laugh lines around my eyes.
i feel alive and happy.
took long enough.
i won't make the same stupid mistakes i made when i was 27.
welcome, year 28. Let's do this right.
What i learned from year 27:
-listen to your intuition. not the words of people that lie on a daily basis.
-black hair= edgy and emo, yet hard to maintain
-i really love tacos
-why did i go so long without a vibrator?
-blonds do have more fun
-secret to chocolate cake= coffee and cinnamon
-being hired as a freelancer for your looks is ok, being hired as an employee for your kick ass producer skills (skillz) is much better...and i am still cute....cute with health benefits.
-vendor dogs. cream cheese. do it.
-i love being loved. who doesn't? but what i love more....being loved by someone i am inspired by. someone who is honest. someone who makes me feel like i am made of gold. someone that says things like "i love you for who you are. and i always will. forever. and i will prove it to you".
-don't loan people money
-polenta is good
-reading in the morning for an hour, with a cup of coffee, is a fantastic way to wake up.
-i should always buy myself flowers. i love them. they make me happy.
28. i look way better now than when i was 18. in fact, i am pretty fucking hot. i own a home. i love my work. and my friends. my family is amazing. i have money in my savings account. my daughter brings me more joy than i thought possible.
fuck yes. bring it.