A year ago I was celebrating a "milestone" birthday and planning what ended up being the most fabulous of midnight dinners.
Tonight I'll be relaxing with a couple girlfriends, and then maybe watching some Netflix before I head to bed. (Ben and I are celebrating this weekend).
I'm ready for a low-key birthday this year, and more importantly, to appreciate where I am in life.
So much of this past year has been planning or hoping or wishing or dreaming. It's taught me that tomorrow is not a given.
I want to collapse into my bed at the end of the day, exhausted in the best way, by the experiences I had. I want to revel in the little moments and celebrate the big ones.
So hello, thirty-one. Let's savor it.