Frog Blog

today is my 31st birthday. 31 is most definitely an easier pill to swallow than 30. i’ll miss being 30; it’s a round number and it’s a little dramatic. 30.5, however, has been the best so far. something snapped in my head when i turned 30.5: i realized I live in the city, i don’t have kids, i can still pull off high-heeled boots so let’s go. let’s rock this show. i think what it is, too, is finally feeling comfortable in my own skin. it’s a satisfying feeling.

on a side note, i’ve never felt like a true leo in the j-lo/madonna sense. leos get such a bad rap of being complete attention-hogging me-me-me-me-me drama queens. i don’t think that’s me. i’m too easily embarrassed, especially when there’s any kind of group singing involved: i hate sing-a-longs at concerts, i think singing in church sounds so drone-y and awful, and people singing happy birthday to me makes me cringe on the inside. but i love presents (isn’t that awful? or, painfully honest!).