The "30" Project #30
I am completely capable of throwing a kick ass party.
Wow. Thanks to all of you who came out last night. Photos will be posted in a few days, but I need to collect a number of them from attendees to see exactly what I've got. It was a rocking night - that's for sure. Dinner was so yummy, but I was so excited that it was hard to eat (never good before drinking). I believe it was Jodi who led the table in "Happy Birthday" which was just the absolute coolest thing ever. Yes, I know... I'm easily pleased.
We continued our party across the street where Wes and Drew were playing. Details towards the end of the night are a bit blurry, but Jodi assures me that I wasn't too much of an embarrassment to myself, so I feel confident that my good name has been kept in tact. (Ha!) I am actually rather functional today (and better by the hour), but that is probably because I was sick last night rather than this morning. So far... no headache. :)
There's some strange sort of empowerment in throwing my own 30th birthday party. Over the last thirty days I have taken a good hard (and sometimes silly) look at myself and who I've become. I have to say, whether egotistical or not, that I have turned out relatively well. I am proud of what I've accomplished in my life, and yet when all of those accomplishments are stripped away, I am pretty happy with the person on the inside, too. Life seldom turns out the way you plan it, and I think I've done a pretty good job rolling with the punches.
Over the last month, quite a few people have told me that their thirties were their best years. Life has been pretty good to me so far, and I can only wish that as I grow older my dreams continue to be realized, opportunities continue to present themselves, and health and happiness continue to follow me along my path.
Happy Birthday me.
Wow. Thanks to all of you who came out last night. Photos will be posted in a few days, but I need to collect a number of them from attendees to see exactly what I've got. It was a rocking night - that's for sure. Dinner was so yummy, but I was so excited that it was hard to eat (never good before drinking). I believe it was Jodi who led the table in "Happy Birthday" which was just the absolute coolest thing ever. Yes, I know... I'm easily pleased.
We continued our party across the street where Wes and Drew were playing. Details towards the end of the night are a bit blurry, but Jodi assures me that I wasn't too much of an embarrassment to myself, so I feel confident that my good name has been kept in tact. (Ha!) I am actually rather functional today (and better by the hour), but that is probably because I was sick last night rather than this morning. So far... no headache. :)
There's some strange sort of empowerment in throwing my own 30th birthday party. Over the last thirty days I have taken a good hard (and sometimes silly) look at myself and who I've become. I have to say, whether egotistical or not, that I have turned out relatively well. I am proud of what I've accomplished in my life, and yet when all of those accomplishments are stripped away, I am pretty happy with the person on the inside, too. Life seldom turns out the way you plan it, and I think I've done a pretty good job rolling with the punches.
Over the last month, quite a few people have told me that their thirties were their best years. Life has been pretty good to me so far, and I can only wish that as I grow older my dreams continue to be realized, opportunities continue to present themselves, and health and happiness continue to follow me along my path.
Happy Birthday me.
posted by Charissa at 4:31 PM
1 Comments:
You trying to make Dad cry? Doing a pretty good job :) I couldn't ask for anything better than you as a daughter. Ok, I COULD have, but I think God would have given me one of those incredulous looks I get from you every once in a while :-)
Love you Rissa,
Dad
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