So I'm now coming to terms with being 25. My birthday passed on May 5 and I'm another year older. My birthday was fantastic this year. Arguably one of the best I've had in a long time. My boyfriend, Ben, is a wonderful person and threw me a Kentucky Derby themed party since for the first time that I can recall my birthday and the Derby were the same day. Not only did he throw me a great party and do it right (100s of puff pastries and delicious, homemade mint juleps being some of the highlights), but everyone else really floored me too. A few of my friends even went as far as to travel from out of state for my birthday. I was genuinely touched and taken aback by how much people did for me and as trite as it may seem, I really and truly appreciated. The fact that I have such wonderful people in my life who are willing to do so much for me means more to me than I can really express. So thanks again to everyone for being so awesome.
In addition to that, I'm also realizing that 25 is a busy year for me apparently. I'm still feeling positive about it, regardless of that. I'm determined that it's going to be a good year. If nothing else, 24 had so many rough patches, I'm not sure it could get much worse. So I'm keeping busy and it's a chaotic mix of work and pleasure, but it's working for me. That being said, I'm feeling positive about a lot of things. I'm sticking with the my diet and am creeping up on 30 pounds lost, which is pretty huge. In addition to that, I'm escaping everything and leaving for North Carolina this weekend. I'm beyond excited for this.
I'll admit two places where I am failing miserably, however. The first one being posting in this blog. I've gone from almost daily entries to almost monthly entries. Eek. The second area of my life where I fail miserably is laundry. I have so much of it that needs to be done. Someone help me. Please.
