So guess what loyal readers. Today is my birthday. If you ask my Grandma, I’m only 21. If you ask my sister, she’ll tell you I’m old. If you ask me I might say I’m so tired I hardly remember my name. But as I type this I am putting some serious effort into recalling my exact age, and if my memory serves me correctly I believe I’m 28. Don’t quote me on that. Anyways, while initially I was super bummed about the fact that I had to work on my birthday, it actually ended up being quite a fabulous day. I even got a hat that said “Another Year Of Fabulous!” And I truly hope that is what this next year brings for me. During my hour long drive home I have all the time in the world to think about my life (often this is done as the Spice Girls and Backstreet Boys sing in the background and today was no exception. Judge me if you will but you and I both know if you are reading this blog you know all the words to Wannabe.” Alas, I came to the conclusion that I hope the rest of my year is exhausting. If you’ve been following me loyally you know I typically post at least twice a week. Sometimes more, just depending on what that week looks like. Sadly, I’ve had to put this adventure temporarily on hold due to 12 hour work days, 6 days a week. Could be worse right? I could be unemployed with no Louboutins and that just sounds sad. (Please keep in mind folks, I’m sleep deprived at the moment but bare with me and I’ll try and bring my thought process into focus.)
I could complain about a hundred things. But I could also go on for days about the things that I am incredibly grateful for. And it’s not all materialistic. Despite the popular belief that I’m a material girl living in a material world, I still place the greatest value on true friends and great family. I’ve never been one to count friends, and I know I don’t have pages of them to speak to on Facebook. But I have a handful of truly amazing people in my life. I was told several times today “happy birthday to the hardest worker I know.” Initially, I didn’t know how to respond to that, but now I’m beyond proud people see me as a hard worker. As far as I’m concerned, I’m pursuing a dream. What started off as a love to play dress up, encouraged by my oh so stylish Grandma, and a mom who refused to have any of her children look like an orphan has turned into a passion of mine. I hope 28 is the year I make my dreams of becoming a successful fashion blogger a reality. How high is high? How successful is successful? I’ll never know until I try. Hello world! I HAVE arrived! I’m a sparkly girl with ambition, a dream and a Marc Jacobs bag and I’m read to conquer you in 6 inch heels!