Happy Birthday to me.....

So it's official. I'm 28.
Wow.
It's morbid, but I seriously thought I'd die at 25 from a stress induced heart attack. I beat death! For now.
But the point of this blog isn't about dramatic monologues of how my life has not been what I thought it would be.
It hasn't, but not in a bad way at all.
I didn't have a big party - sure I created an event - but I knew that most people wouldn't show.
Here's the thing - it's nice to have a big party with all the bells and whistles, but at the end of the day,
the most important thing I appreciate is, having my friends, my closest friends with me.
Yeah, some of them weren't there - but I knew their thoughts were and that is just so sweet.
I'm grateful for the smaller things in life. Is that a sign of growing older?
Maybe.
I'm still single - but I'm not alone. And that makes life so much richer.
I am blessed.
That's all I need to remember. Happy Birthday to me.