As I approach my 36th year, I can honestly say that I’ve had a lot of memorable birthdays. There was the year I got tickets to see LLCoolJ. The year I could legally drink. The year my beau took me to San Francisco. Or the year I decided I wasn’t celebrating my birthday at all and decided to spend it volunteering with homeless children. Today I’ll share with you my 31st birthday.
It was memorable for a couple of reasons. It was almost a year after the Ex and I had split. In that time I had made so many friends. It was the first year I decided to organize my own birthday party and I can’t tell you how many people came out to celebrate. It made me realize that I was going to be okay in this big city all by myself.
The other reason, and perhaps more importantly, is that I happened to be in the best shape of my life. I mean, look at me! My depression weight loss plan was in full swing. I was running consistently, attending bootcamp and eating as little as possible.
No sign of a double chin, wings for arms or tree trunk thighs. Look at those thighs!
I want those thighs again.
What was your best birthday?