While turning 33 isn’t exactly a milestone birthday, it was for me. Though birthdays typically only last one day, I received a string of positive affirmations, a showering of love, and a ridiculous amount of happy energy shining over me all of last week. It has been a long time since I had a birthday where I didn’t feel like curling up into the fetal position while – yes, while – consuming an entire bottle of wine, crying into the fibers of the carpet about how I discovered more cellulite in places I didn’t even know it could appear. Ah yes, the fates were kind to me this year, and for that I am very thankful.
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