A Belated Birthday Post

So I had a birthday last week. I didn't write about it because I was feeling a little blah about it all. Last year my birthday was horrendously awful, it permanently lowered my expectations for all future birthdays. I had this feeling of dread the weeks leading up to my birthday that something terrible was about to happen. And quite frankly the age of 31 just sounded awful. I was fine with turning 30, really I was. To me 30 sounds mature, grown-up, and wise and even though I'm still probably not any of those things at least I was only one year removed from my twenties. Want to know what 31 sounds like? Lame. I really am trying to make peace with the fact that I'm really into my thirties now.

 Anyway, it turns out my anxiety about something bad happening wasn't entirely unwarranted. A few days before my birthday I found out that my car was going to be totalled. I had taken it in about two weeks previously for what I thought was going to be some minor repairs from being rear ended. I had no idea that the damage was far more extensive than what was visible. We spent countless hours playing phone tag with the insurance company and trying to negotiate a better offer. And then Brian's parotid gland got blocked and swelled up. Seriously, he looked like he had a golf ball in his cheek and he was in a lot of pain. I was trying to be caring and loving but I was honestly a little annoyed, like he always has some sort of health emergency whenever I have something important going on. Like breaking his foot the day before I had Shye, breaking his ankle on my thirtieth birthday, it's all very suspicious if you ask me. So I woke up on the Friday before my birthday in the sourest of moods. After a few hours of sulking around, I left Shye with Brian and took myself shopping and got myself a pair of Converse and a few new tops from Forever 21. Speaking of Forever 21, I officially feel too old too shop there now. But as long as my bank account looks like a 21 year olds I guess I will keep shopping there. I came home a few hours later in a much better mood. So I guess the moral of this entire post is this: retail therapy really does work. You can quote me on that.

Beside the little shopping spree I gave myself I also got a manicure from a girlfriend and Brian got me a Fitbit. We dropped Shye off with her grandma and went to the Bombay House in Provo on Saturday night. Brian also slaved away to make me a low carb, sugar free cake so that I wouldn't have to break my diet. I know a lot of people were appalled that I wasn't splurging dietarily (made-up word alert!) on my birthday but I mean, it was MY birthday, right?  I can not eat sugar or carbs if I want to, right? I thought a lot about it beforehand and I just felt like I would rather keep going until I reach my goals. No one else liked the cake but I thought it was pretty good.  All in all this birthday turned out to be pretty nice and low key, which is a million times better than last year. And the way things are looking right now this is going to be a kick-ass year. I'm feeling all kinds pumped.

Ok thirties, let's do this!