28

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I turn 28 on Thursday.

I'm a teensy bit nervous about it.

But I'm going to try and let the anxiety go.

Enjoy my day week.

And listen to John Lennon.

Scenes from Le Birthday

Roomies!

Cheers!

Delicious prosecco...

The pizza! Molto bene!

Happy Birthday to Moi!!!

First, MERCI for all your wonderful comments on my last post. You are all so right! Almost every woman I meet says life gets better as you get older, and after all, aren't 30's the new 20's now (not that I'm 30 yet, but I have something to look forward to!)? Last night as I laid in bed, I began to pray, and eventually I found myself repeating one phrase over and over: "I'm scared, I'm scared, I'm scared..." But you know what, that's okay. Being scared at this point in my life is 100% totally and completely normal. And just saying it out loud, to God, on the eve of my 27th birthday made me feel a million times better.

AND despite everything, I woke up this morning giddy (much like I did when I was turning 5, 6, 15...). My Mom woke me up with a 9:30 AM birthday call, and unlike most days, I couldn't fall back asleep. Instead I checked my iPhone (thanks, Marmie!) and began to read all my birthday messages. So much love! So much excitement!! I decided to hop out of bed and get myself a birthday bagel and let the day's festivities begin.

Funnily enough, my festivities begin with waiting for lots of people to make their way to my humble flat: Time Warner guy (getting DVR - yay! It's a steal when you live with 3 other people!), UPS guy (got a package notification yesterday... exciting!), and FedEx guy (Mom sent me my printer and DVD player). Then eventually, it's off to Christopher Stanley to get a blow-out and then back here to don some faux lashes (if I can manage to get them on... so hard) and my sparkly ensemble and head to dinner! Merci for ALL your wonderful birthday wishes!! I'll share pictures asap!

Twenty-Seven

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Oh my gawd, I am soon to be no longer in my "mid-twenties" but in my "late twenties," and well, quite frankly, that freaks me out. I've never been shy about aging, but this year, this birthday, things are different. For one, I'm starting over. A few months ago, I quit my job and my career as a lawyer and moved from my beloved Austin to this exciting/scary/ridiculously-expensive city to embark on a completely new life. What that life is I haven't quite yet figured out (adding to the "scary" factor), but I do know that it's different.

For another, I'm sick. After a morning of alternating shivers and fever-breaking sweats, I finally got out of bed around 1:30 p.m. because I "needed" to get out of the flat and find myself a birthday ensemble. Simply unable to bear the subway, I hopped into a cab and headed down to Broadway & Broome, to my beloved TopShop. After perusing each level of the store multiple times and quickly realizing that getting out of bed was not the best idea, I left and made my way up Broadway. After stopping briefly in Dean & Deluca to get some "freshly squeezed orange and mango juice" (that cost a mini fortune btw... that place is daylight robbery), I decided to pop into Forever 21 before calling it a day. Fluorescent lights, loud music, and annoying teenagers are not my idea of fun, but within minutes I found the perfect bday top: a super sequinned affair reminiscent of Studio 54 disco days that will go perfectly with my planned Sienna Miller "Alfie" hair (dear friend Ryan is giving me a blow-out!).

As for the birthday festivities, I've planned a downtown dinner at Otto (Mario Batali's inexpensive eatery) with 10 dear friends, old and new. Despite my decidedly enthusiastic attitude towards turning 27, I am nonetheless looking forward to an evening of good food and fun friends. My friend David will be playing photographer, which guarantees some fun photos will be posted on le blog very, very soon.

How do you handle birthdays and getting older? Do you openly embrace it or begrudgingly accept it? Or do you do what many women do and not age at all?