“Are we too old to post blurry pictures?” I asked my girlfriend after looking through the night’s photos. I actually brought a real camera out to dinner to celebrate my thirty second birthday. Apparently, no one knows how to use those any more. The blurry photos, the ones in motion, are always the best memories.
So 32, huh? Yeah don’t tell anyone, it’s our little secret. I think back to when I turned 25 and had a quarter life crisis party thrown for me. I didn’t have half of the things I wanted to accomplish by that time complete. I believe a lot of women do this. Set ages and benchmarks…’by 26 I’ll be engaged’, ‘by 30 I’ll have kids’, ‘by 40 I’ll be CEO’. That last one was for you, millennials. The upside is having the handful of things I never planned that make me wonder in amazement how I got so lucky.
Kids, jobs, husbands…wait, what? Point being, life gets too busy. Before you know it 6 months or even longer have gone by since you’ve seen your best friends. You keep trying to make plans, but something comes up, someone has to cancel, the weeks go on and on. But here’s the thing about birthdays that I hope all groups of friends abide by. Birthdays are an unofficial obligation to get together and have drinks with your girlfriends. Do you hear me? You must. Vodka, Champagne, Coca Cola… I don’t care but you will sit, gossip and drink.
So here are a few secret’s I’ve learned by year 32: Don’t take yourself too seriously. Laugh as loud and as hard as possible. Confidence is everything. Stand up straight. Shoulders back. Swag in your step (if you’re not laughing you’re not only an asshole but also not paying attention). Accept people for who they are. People don’t change so love them anyway. Dream bigger. Start today. Don’t give up. Stay loyal. Forgive. Let go. Stop explaining yourself. Cultivate gratitude. Keep your strength. Love what you do. Love harder.
“I hope you live a life you are proud of and if you’re not, I hope you have the courage to start all over again.” – Fitzgerald
If I’m not too old for leather crop tops, then I’m certainly not too old for blurry photos. Cheers to a brand new year of me.