the big 26

21 Sep

Another year, another birthday. Is it just me, or does it seem like as soon as you hit 18 time starts flying at breakneck speed? When you’re younger, you can’t wait for all of these huge, momentous occasions. Turning 16 and getting your license, turning 18 and becoming an “adult” (I use that term loosely, because I definitely didn’t become an adult until about halfway through 25), turning 21 and getting your beer card.. then what? Most days, I don’t even feel like a mid-twentysomething. I feel like I could totally transport back to 2005 and relive my senior year from start to finish. Then I remember that my hangovers last 2-3 days and vodka makes me vom. What other age is there to look forward to? I mean, 30 is right around the corner, it will basically be here in 15 seconds. These were the thoughts that were going through my mind the day before I turned 26 (which happened to be on Wednesday). So I did what any girl would do…called my mom and cried like a baby, and then went for a run.

My mom and running are my two favorite stress relievers. My mom has a way of making me realize  how blessed I am without making me feel stupid for hiccuping and sniffling over the phone for 35 minutes. A nice, long run gives me time to put everything in perspective…plus I refuse to cry while running. That’s just weird and there are way too many people outside.

By the end of my mid-20-something-crisis, I realized that I’m not very good at enjoying the “here and now”. I’m GREAT at planning and looking forward to things and getting overly excited, but once the event or whatever takes place, I don’t take the same time to enjoy it that I did to plan it.

Basically, I came to the realization that I need to chill the fuck out and smell the roses. 25 was a crazy, wild, insane year. I got engaged, I got promoted, I finally got to introduce Charlie to my whole family (they live in New York, we live in Texas…it took some planning), I helped one of my best friends welcome her beautiful son into the world (shoutout Raymond!), my nephew (who can now say my name and it sounds so sweet) and sister in law moved to San Antonio… all in all, it was one Hell of a year and I think 26 will be even better! Plus, it didn’t hurt that I got to ring in my new year with a couple of my best friends 🙂 Charlie got a group of us together and we all went for dinner and drinks at La Gloria, such fun times!

ImageFlowers from some of my besties 🙂 Thanks again Sarah, Alicia & Ari!! Ya’ll are the best!

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Sarah and I outside of La Gloria

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We had some visitors 🙂 These ducks actually bit Sarah.. twice. 

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Tres leches with a candle! Oh and the man of my dreams 🙂

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If you aren’t double-fisting a blue margarita and a michelada on your birthday, I don’t know who you are. 

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