This is me, a year older. Turning 28 was harder than I thought. I spent the day before under a blanket in bed, eating left over halloween candy, and drowning in realization of how the number keeps getting bigger, the hair is getting grayer, the metabolism is slower, the girls are less perkier, and mind is getting crazier. Luckily, Ken planned a relaxing, rejuvenating birthday weekend in Santa Barbara to get me out of this self loathing mood. With nights falling asleep to sounds of crashing waves and mornings waking up to beautiful sunrises what more can an old lady ask for. It was the exact place I go to in my head to harness my chi, gather myself, calm myself, center myself, or get away. It was my happy place in true, tangible form and I hated to leave, but was comforted knowing it's existence.
It has been an incredible birthday month so far. I'm a lucky, spoiled girl and with an amazing husband, wonderful friends, and a loving family I am truly blessed. I guess getting older isn't that bad, especially when it gives me the excuse to eat 2 birthday cakes and my weight in gobstopper cupcakes.