Today I am 35 years old, and I feel okay about it. This morning when I was struggling to find something fun and “birthday-like” in my wardrobe I did feel a bit matronly. I didn't like any of my clothes, my hair isn't acting nice, I feel as though I look… well like a 35 year old mom. But then I got dressed and my sister took me to Starbucks and we had a fun commute to work and now I am on a Webinar and being inundated with happy birthday messages on Facebook and in email and I feel so much better.
By the way, I am wearing my new black tank with ruffles on it from Ann Taylor with a black drapey cardigan from Ann Taylor from like a decade ago that I found on a shelf in my closet, my NYDJ jeans and a pair of pewter snakeskin pointy-toed pumps I bought on clearance from Nordstrom like a year ago but haven't had the situation or foot strength (I lost all my high-heel tolerance when pregnant) to rock. Well I am rocking them today and they make me feel less like a dumpy 35-year old mom and more like me.
So I indulged in a venti light java chip frappucinno which is helping me get through a very dry Web conference, and I look forward to seeing my husband and baby at 3:15 and an early release from work today. Thinking sushi for dinner…
Life is pretty darn great!