This is going to be short and sweet, because I’ve been pouring my heart out all weekend– I’m practically glowing and I don’t know how to add to it with a mere blog post. I turned 24 on Saturday, and while birthdays are among my favorite things to celebrate, this one felt so different.
This was the first birthday in a long time where I looked at myself and my life and recognized a clear direction. I didn’t panic at now being in my “mid-twenties” like I though I would. I didn’t feel like I was wasting my life. I thought about it, and in a moment of unusual clarity–after my facebook exploded with love and well-wishes–this is what I wrote there:
Well, 24 doesn’t look too shabby from this side. So far in my 20s I’ve fallen in love with Chicago, become a part of the theatre community here, made the closest friendships I’ve ever had, become (tentatively) financially independent, booked my first big role in a feature, and met the great love of my life.
Thank you, everyone, for a truly wonderful birthday and for being a part of this life I love!
I really do feel that way: so grateful and loved.
To celebrate the day, my boyfriend made me brunch and we spent a few hours at the beach before heading back to snack and nap (naps as an adult are the best!) and get ready for my party at Holiday Club, which was fun & relaxed and exactly how I hoped to ring in a new age.
I’m just feeling so blessed and I think I really needed the reflection this weekend brought me after a month of 9:30 AM to 11:30 PM days filled with rehearsals and work. I love being busy, but a whole weekend to myself was seriously the best gift I could have asked for.