who knew that leftover birthday cake and a big glass of iced coffee would settle my hungover stomach...


i don't drink often, or much, but last night was my 10 year high school reunion, and we celebrated well. i don't have many deep reflections after little sleep and three trips to the bathroom in the middle of the night, but it was a milestone somehow for me, and something i'm really grateful for.

it's good to see and be seen at 29. standing on my two feet, living as well as i know how, moving forward in ways healthy and freeing. it's good to know i'm almost done with the twenties, put some really hard things behind me, and gained some strength to deal with the hard things yet to come.

it's good to hug people you knew long ago, and still care about. it's good to see them doing well, to see pictures of their kids and meet their husbands and say cheers.

it's good to have history, to have come from somewhere, belonged to an experience even if people can't remember your last name.

it's good to smoke a cigarrette with men you were once to afraid to talk to. for them to tell you that you look awesome.

it's good to hear... "you look like you're doing something you love." and know that it's true.

it's good to feel the clicks melt away, and understand the possibility of what should have been.

it's good to know my own beauty in a way i never did.

it's good to mark time with a party, and look forward to the next ten.