I turned 27 on Sunday.
I could go back and reflect “On Turning 26” but I spent a good year reflecting back on the decisions I made during that year and, well, sometimes it’s okay to not analyze everything. I baked a tart (surprisingly delicious), had a good brunch (cafe cacao!), wore a dress (over jeans, b/c I insisted on wearing one despite the foggy cold), took off for the beach, watched Jack and boy dodge waves and get sand in their nooks and crannies, ate at my favorite restaurant Hulas Island Grill and Tiki Lounge, then drove home with a tired puppy passed out in the backseat and good tunes on the drive. And then I stayed up to 2:30 am studying for a midterm, went to work, came home, and spent a solid 3.5 hours in a classroom on 12 midterm questions – and I didn’t even finish! So I came home, cried a little, dug into my princess cake, then went to bed where I curled up in a tight little ball for most of the night and proceeded to dream that I was stuck in that classroom working on those 12 questions until 1 am.
And now, a full day later, I’ve recovered from my midterm. It helps that when I got home and sat down on the floor Jack took a tennis ball and nudged it all the way up my back just to let it fall. Priorities, you know?
I got a tennis skirt for my birthday, which sounds weird, but I’ve been wanting one for a while. And I fully expect my game to improve just by wearing a pleated tennis skirt. And I’ll be wearing it to run in too. Because I can.