I woke up the morning of my 40th birthday with no real plans and thought, well, it’s just another day, and I’m glad it’s finally here so I can get it over with.
And then I remembered how badly I’d wanted to go to the beach all week, strike that… then I remembered how badly I’VE WANTED TO GO TO THE BEACH FOR-like-EVER… and decided it would be a fine day to spend at the beach and with my mom, considering my birthday is quite literally thanks to her.
The anticipation leading up to my 40th birthday has been a long and treacherous journey, starting somewhere around early December 2014, and two years after I moved from my only real home and a mile up this mountain, some odd feet from a lake. It was also around the same time when all my previous and ridiculous anxieties finally escaped my body and mind and left me feeling like I had been quite literally locked in a tower for much of my adult life, and then almost immediately regretted how much time I spent feeling trapped in a life that wasn’t my own.
This is all just to say that I’m glad the day has finally come and gone, and I can just say I’m 40 {which is crazy} but I did make it to the beach – for the first time in what felt like a lifetime, and had a brilliant time on the sand and in the water, even though it was chilly and overcast.
Bits of my day via Snapchat…
Here’s to a fabulous year!
* Back to regular scheduled posting next week. Happy Friday Lovecats!!!
