Twenty-Nine

 

When I turned twenty-seven, I knew it would be a good year, and it was. In so many ways, it was the best year of my life.

When I turned twenty-eight, I rang it in with a heavy heart. I knew it would be a terrible year, and it was.

Today, I turned twenty-nine. I wore a pretty dress, I drank dirty martinis, and I was surrounded by 30 or so of my favorite people in the whole, entire world. I haven't felt this loved in a long, long time.

This will be my favorite year. I can feel it.