A few weeks ago I became alarmed when I realized I was about to turn 26. I can deal with being 25, but 26, on the downside of the 20's, seems dangerously close to being OLD. So, I did the logical thing and attempted to prove that I am still young by staying up wayyyy past my bedtime and going to a hip concert with young people, aka my little sisters.
I proved what I needed to: I stayed for the whole show till 1 am, jumped up and down and screamed my lungs out with the best of them, drove back to STG getting in at 4am, and worked the next morning at 9am. Age is just a number, yo! I am henceforth embracing being 26. True, I'm not where I'd projected I'd be by this age in my 6th grade notebook (married to an italian count, working as brain surgeon, having two doberman pinschers, and driving a black mercedes convertible). And sometimes I'm tempted to get bogged down thinking about the years of my life i've "wasted" not becoming a neurosurgeon. But the years I've had have made me who I am, and I've enjoyed them. And is it so wrong to have your overarching life goal to simply be happy? I think not. So here's to kicking of year 26 with my new mantra: Do more of what makes you happy.
And thats just how I spent my birthday: being happy
Doing my favorite hike in Zions, Observation Point, with my parents.
Eating at my favorite restaurant in Springdale: Oscar's.
Getting awesome balloons and a custom minion flower arrangement at work from my Dad. He is rad.
Going to see a new Tom Cruise movie
Opening presents, including the amazing donut pillow from my sister Anna.
And ended the day by being in bed at 10pm reading a young adult novel. I mean really, does it get any happier than that?






















