Last year, I celebrated my birthday with pink eye and the Larissatini. Since I’m no longer having alcohol in the name of being a responsible pregnant woman, the Larissatini is sadly out of the question. For me, anyway. You, on the other hand, should go ahead and have one in honor of my birthday.
This year, I’m not quite sure how I’d like to celebrate. It seems like I should do something big and memorable, given this is my last pre-parenthood birthday. But honestly, all I really want is to celebrate with a few friends and some good food. Anything beyond that will feel like a bonus.
I usually spend part of my birthday contemplating the present state of my life, and what my hopes are for the future. I’m a goal-oriented person – I make lists of things I want to accomplish, or ways I’d like to change. But this year, I simply feel content. Obviously there are things in life that I am still hoping for. But all in all, I’m quite satisfied with my life, what I have, and who I already am.
I have an amazing husband and a baby on the way. I have my health. I have a job that is fulfilling and exciting. I live in a house, in a city that I enjoy. I have more than enough money for rent and food. I have family and friends who love me. I have a sense of what’s important to me, and the power to shape my life around those values. I have everything I could really want at this point in my life.
This year, I have contentment on my 28th birthday. And that’s a pretty great gift, if you ask me.