Friday, October 9, 2015

and i am getting older

i know i'm biased, but it's totally the best when your birthday is in the fall. fuck yeah, fall babies! we got it good.



anyway, today i am one year older. why does this keep happening? i thought i would be exempt from the aging process :( the three grey hairs i keep plucking out say no such luck with that one. but way back on my birthday in 2010, i did a recap post of all the birthdays i'd spent during the years that i'd been blogging, so i figured i might as well continue the tradition.

here's what came in the years that followed:

2010, my 27th birthday: i was only eight months into my second professional job, this time in public relations, and i think i was just thankful to be employed again after spending part of the year out of job. also, i'd moved downtown for the first time in my life (and i probably still miss that apartment a bit). plus i guess things weren't as good with the former boyfriend, because i mentioned that things were "still a rollercoaster" with us, and that was usually how i vaguely described the not-so-good times. but i'd still had hope, because you can still be young and idealistic when you're 27.

2011, my 28th birthday: spent in kingston, as usual, but i'd at least managed to get in an unofficial birthday brunch at barque as well wonderful pre-birthday surprises from my coworkers (including an adorable cake, and a bottle of grey goose from my client!). i remember feeling pretty happy with where i was at in terms of my professional career, especially since i was flying to san francisco for a work conference a week later. i also recall this as being a nice october in terms of weather and where i was at in my life, more or less, especially because about a month later a lot of stuff began to go off the rails.

2012, my 29th birthday: a lot of wine, a lot of cigarettes, and a lot of crying. but i did bake my own birthday cake from scratch (two-layer banana cake with chocolate glaze), and it turned out spectacularly, so there was that.





get cake.

2013, my 30th birthday: i was in a far different place one year after my 29th, and though i wasn't quite sure it was better, it was definitely different. i was mostly struggling with the fact that i had hit the big 3-0, and how i felt as though i'd lost a part of my identity by no longer being in my twenties. though on the upside, i also wrote a post about how i was finally getting to the point in my life where i didn't give a shit about what people thought of me, which i'd struggled with in my teens and twenties. plus i got to eat some delicious tacos with douglas, and wear a cute party dress while doing so. (my mother reminded me that i had once promised i'd buy her a gift when i turned 30, and since my mother doesn't lie about claims like that, i bought her a little necklace from the artisan market near my apartment. she was delighted.)

2014, my 31th birthday: i was on an extended blogging hiatus last year, so i didn't quite cover my birthday (though i did start posting again in october, but not until the middle of the month), but i made a note on tumblr to recap what had gone down on and around my day of birth -- namely, hangs with my boyfriend, lots of gifts, watching the leafs game at the pub, movie matinees, sushi, and fun. (a week later i went out for a belated birthday dinner with my ladyfriends, and it was awesome.) i also wrote a short thing to express how grateful i was feeling way back in october 2014; i'd gone through some pretty nasty turbulence in my life in the few months preceding, and the outpouring of warm wishes and generosity on my birthday actually made things seem okay for the first time in weeks. (things are definitely better now.)

and now, this year, my 32nd birthday. i'm officially two years into my third decade of life, and this past year especially has brought about some interesting life changes. fortunately, none of them are bad, as far as i can recall; there's been nothing in my life this year that's been overly negative or shitty.

i really do have to say, though, that i'm just so thankful that i made the step into becoming a freelancer. being freelance means that i can tap into my creative abilities, draw on my strengths, and decide how i work. it's just such a rewarding and great fit for me, and i'm so happy i'm doing it. sure, i may not have an office to go in to every day, but i like working from home in my pajamas anyway. i may not have health coverage right now, but i'm pretty healthy regardless. (when you don't have health coverage, you learn to put an emphasis on eating right, exercising regularly, brushing your teeth often, flossing, and taking vitamins.) anything else is a moot point in the face of having the freedom to work the way i want to work. also, it makes taking time off to celebrate holidays that much easier. (there's really nothing worse than having to gather your courage to ask your boss for time off work, only to have them ponder it for a long time before saying no)

since i'm heading to kingston in a few hours, i spent yesterday as my unofficial birthday with my boyfriend and, as per usual, he spoiled me rotten. granted, i was, errr, persuasive enough to get him to give me my birthday presents early, so i've already had them in my possession for a while, but here's the big one: a new handbag from roots, monogrammed with my initials!



i'd needed a handbag for a few months now, ever since i started to have allergic skin reactions from my shoulder bag's hardware, so this has done nicely -- and i haven't had any arm rashes since i began toting this one around. i'm still using my shoulder bag for bigger stuff, but having a smaller purse is also good to give my poor neck & shoulder muscles a break. i'm lucky.

plus this, the best coffee mug ever:



i love coffee and i love seth rollins, so this makes for an undisputed awesome morning all the time. and there was also this kevin owens t-shirt to go with it, but it wasn't the right size, so sean sent it back for the replacement. not one but two wrestling-related birthday gifts for me! just the best. (it makes up for 15-year-old me never getting that hardy boyz t-shirt she wanted.)

the boy has also gotten me numerous little gifts over the past month, such as the following:



favourite candle, back in stock at bath & body works!



the most delicious-smelling mask scrub ever.



an official tulip glass from my favourite indie craft brewery. he's really just so good to me and i'm very lucky to have him. (sorry for the mush moment but whatever, i love him, sorry not sorry)

and lastly, my birthday gift to myself: my first-ever pair of doc martens.



they hit at about calf height, are actually more of a very dark green than black, and have black ribbons as the laces. i really wanted the full knee-high lace-ups, but for one, this pair was on sale (i guess nobody really wanted dark green docs?), and for two, the salesperson convinced me that these ones were easier to break in than the big ones. fat chance of that with me and my terrible feet, though -- sure enough, after wearing them outside for a couple days, i ended up with blisters on the back of my heels so large that it looked like my skin had been flayed off.

at least this had already happened, which was awesome:

my mother: "you got free stuff just for being on the internet?!" that's how it works now, mom. (and the polysporin spray came in way handy when the aforementioned heel-sized blisters finally broke, owwwww)

speaking of family, i better get out of here so i don't miss my train. happy thanksgiving weekend to my fellow canadians!

[ music | broods, "mother & father" ]

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