Yesterday was my 29th birthday. In true adult fashion, I spent the day working.
I felt kind of neutral about turning 29. I’m obviously grateful to be given another year to be alive, but I didn’t make any plans to celebrate and the day was mostly just like any other day. I suppose that’s just how it goes once you reach a certain age.
The day did have its sweet moments, though.
The annual birthday phone call from my parents.
Eric made me a cake—a very sweet tradition he’s being doing since my 22 birthday just a few months after we got together. He also bought me a gift card for a 90 minute massage (hurray!).
Some of my friends and coworkers from the restaurant I work at bought me a cake after I stopped in for dinner and a drink last night (Eric was working, so I was flying solo). They’re honestly the best, most thoughtful group of people any one could ask for.
There were lots of birthday texts and messages from friends and family near and far.
I’d like to spend this last year of my twenties checking a few items off the bucket list. I originally was going to make a list of 29 things I wanted to do this year, but the list might end up being smaller and more doable. I’ll save that list for another time.
I’m actually really looking forward to turning 30 next year. For now, I’ll just soak in the joy of still being able to say I’m in my 20s.