forthright

well folks... here we sit, on my birthday eve, at the brink of a new age – the end of another. what can i say. twenty-eight has been a good one for me, aside from a few hiccups, i really can't complain. and i don't. it was a great year, especially in contrast with 27 which blew goats. as i step forward into 29, i'm inclined to take stock of my twenties; what have i done? what i not done? what have i accomplished? what have i missed out on? what have i avoided? i like the idea that i still have one more year – one more year of my 20s in which to do the things i neglected.

here's a picture of me and one of my favourite people, bren, at her birthday party on saturday (before my work party – hence the reason i'm a little over-dressed). she is a beautiful and wonderful woman, one i admire a great deal. it's people like bren who calm my fears about getting older. i look at her, and so many other people, and think the best is yet to come. it's about the choices we make, and not about the social expectations. it's about being true to ourselves, and growing who we are, not about turning into our mothers. undoubtedly, i have a peter pan complex, but as i mature i'll be able to let go of that, and understand that it's not my age that matters, but it's my character and my spirit by which i live. i want to be like bren when i grow up :)

(btw: i'm totally self-conscious of my teeth. david tells me that he likes that they are crooked, but it's that baby tooth that really bugs me.)

well... it's been a good one. thanks for making this year so great :)

ok, i have to get ready for bed. i get very upset and anxiety-ridden when i'm wake at midnight on my birthday eve. very upsetting. i have to go to bed and wake up in a new year.

this is why we won’t delay for your birthday.