Well, not actually, not today. I'd think it is a good excuse to dedicate an entire weekend for my birthday because of the inconvenience of celebrating on only a Sunday. I'd like to refer to my transformation as highly dramatic, a sweet reference to the classic Sixteen Candles. Indeed, being eighteen (or almost) is a completely liberating experience. I can feel the woman emerging from within. How completely splendid to be able to have education and personal beliefs and freedom and choices and abilities! It all seems so overwhelming.
This past year has altered my perspective significantly. I've experienced an indescribable feeling of loss and rejection yet strengthened my own self-confidence and admiration. How amazing it is to be alive! To live is God's greatest gift and to live gloriously and unfazed is ours.
In the morning, I had my daily cup of Greek yogurt and granola bar, then drove around in the absolute daze of marvelous Sinatra and ordered tiramisu and a beautiful bounty of round, shiny, marbled balloons which is kissing the ceiling presently.
To live in the world of cool raspberry tea, rosy perfume and floral dresses is simply marvelous.
