In a perfect world, we wouldn't have birthdays. I've never been a fan. But clearly it's not a perfect world. I know that because I don't live on the Amalfi coast, The Shape of Water stole all the Oscars from The Greatest Showman, and I have 3 forehead wrinkles currently.

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Year Thirty-Three: Finding The Freaking Silver Lining

Every year since I've been blogging (which was way before Celery and the City), I have done a birthday post. And no, it's not quite my birthday so you can spare me the lukewarm sentiments.

I Guess I'm Thirty-Three... Which Is Basically Forty.

So maybe I had a stage five freakout at the stroke of my thirtieth birthday, but after the swollen eyes and hysteria subsided, I was actually rather okay about leaving my 20s behind in the dusty cloud of uncertainty that they were. I had just gotten married and it seemed life was kind of coming together, not that I ever needed it to, but it was a nice surprise. I mean, for a surprise. Cus, eew.

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