I remember talking with a friend about how much we hate the phrase 'twentysomething', but now that I'm in my thirties I figure it's easier to say "thirtysomething' than remember exactly how old I am. (If you want to get technical, I just turned 33 on New Year's Eve.) I get super emo around my birthday because it's a holiday + gets forgotten in all the New Year's glam. (Also, everything closes early.)
This year was no exception and I was a super emo Debby Downer, but today I saw a post on The Pioneer Woman about her birthday. Reading her post made me decide to put my big girl panties on and be grateful for my 33 years.
Here are some of the highlights + the story of my life (the short version) so far....
As a side note about birthdays, I am making a vow to send birthday cards to people this year. Facebook be damned.