Monday was my 27th birthday.
I spent it very low-key; massage, lunch at Seasons 52 (I love that place), facial/mani/pedi at the spa, and dinner with friends at the mongolian bbq spot. I even got some cool gifts. But the best gift is the one I gave myself.
If you’ve read this blog or my grad school blog, then you know that Jubi has her fair share of issues. And generally they all stem from the fact that I’m a worrier and I obsess about things. Its like I can’t turn my brain off and I freak out, usually prematurely. What have I freaked out/obsessed about? Oh, just random stuff like not ever getting married and ending up an old maid with a bunch of cats, or that I’d be stuck in Orlando forever (which I hated at the time), or that I’d be fat and man-less forever.
It got to the point where I was getting on my own nerves, and that’s when I knew I had to make a change. Both for my sanity and the sanity of my friends.
I no longer feel the stress that I used to feel over the direction my life was going in. I dont spend sleepless nights worrying about my future. I feel a sense of peace and satisfaction in where I am right now. Is my life perfect? Nope. But I’m content, and that’s what matters