Today was my birthday. And it was truly lovely. Simple and quiet, but filled with wonderful moments and expressions of love from people I hold quite dear. It was a beautiful day, and I would like to thank those of you who played a part in making it that way.
Those of you who know me know that my diet is more restricting than a set of full body Spanx, so you won't be surprised that I didn't have a birthday cake and candles on which to make a wish. Regardless, with birthdays inevitably comes the desire for a little bit of magic. Wish one: I wish I could be eating the dessert in this picture. Or really any dessert for that matter. Sadly, that will not be a wish that comes true. At least I have some good food art to drool over. Wish two: I wish I could figure out what I am doing next year. And you know what? Over coffee with Bean, I think I came to a conclusion (well, a 95% certain conclusion anyway, which for me is pretty impressive). I like the feeling of the daunting, shapeless mass of the future beginning to take shape. I'm not sharing my plans with just anyone yet because I always feel foolish if I change my mind at some point (although if you are really curious you can ask). I promise to keep you updated as things solidify further though. Wish three: I wish...well, this one hasn't happened, but I'm still holding out hope. I'm feeling like there is a bit of birthday magic still kicking around in the air and am hoping it pans out. As such, I am going to stay mum on it (although I am sure at least two of you know what it is) due to the superstition that you shouldn't tell someone your birthday wish.
Twenty-two seems like a good age. I'm (cautiously) excited for it.
