Yesterday was my 28th birthday, and I’m currently filled with so much love and happiness that my heart could burst.
During last year’s birthday post, I declared that I was ready for anything 27 threw at me. And thank goodness, because 27 was challenging. I learned to manage people. I learned how to find balance with different groups of stakeholders that wanted different things. I learned to be intentional in messaging – both in the way I presented it and the way I received it. I learned to ask for help, but to always trust my gut. I learned how to argue with people I respected. I learned to pick my battles – to do whatever it took to protect my team (whether that be friends, family, co-workers, etc.), but to always defend them fiercely. I learned that everything in life is temporary – cling tightly to the happy memories, and let the painful situations keep moving. I learned to be obsessively grateful, and that vulnerability can be a beautiful thing.
But out of all of the lessons I learned, the biggest one was that I needed to take better care of myself.
Yesterday was low-key, and the best birthday I’ve had in a really long time. I woke up to a text from my mom at the exact time that I was born. My dad, Monica, and their friends Facetimed me to sing me “Happy Birthday.” (My dad’s friend Alex that was visiting has known me since I was in Kindergarten! He used to come with my dad to pick me up from half-days on Fridays and we would get McDonald’s or Peking buffet.) I had chocolate covered strawberries for breakfast. I went to brunch with my friends and skipped dressing up to wear athleisure. My friend Teni brought me a bouquet of flowers from her garden. I read and took a nap and had dinner with my family at my favorite restaurant. My mom put 24 candles on my cookie cake. I received birthday wishes from across the world (thanks Jade!) and stopped to take the time to cherish each and every one of them. And before bed, I did a full skincare routine complete with a heart-shaped acne patch, because 28 is a
cruel age where you can have wrinkles, fine lines, and acne.
As a “go-getter,” I know slowing down will be a challenge. I have pretty much gone full force my entire life. (I have no idea how my parents put up with me.) But I hope slowing down will allow me to be more intentional about the things that I genuinely want and the goals I am dead set on achieving.
Thanks for being part of my story. It means more to me than you will ever know.