The first few days of 28 have been pretty great. (Poet and I know it!)
I did spend my birthday working – but working from home so it didn’t feel as MUCH like work. I guess growing up means sometimes work has to happen regardless if it’s your birthday or not.
I did take a break from to get my haircut. (!!!) I’ve been planning this chop for many, many months. Since July, in fact. I have thick, naturally blonde hair and as my hair got longer, I was wavering between CUT IT RIGHT NOW and sticking it out a few more months to I could donate it. About the same time, a woman at my work was diagnosed with breast cancer and started chemo and radiation soon after. I took that as my sign to grow my hair a few more inches so I could donate to Pantene’s Beautiful Lengths program.
9+ inches later! Adjusting to the shorter length has been interesting (I keep reaching for phantom hair, brushing longer than my hair is, and using way too much shampoo) but I love it. After almost 4 years of long hair, it’s a refreshing change!
And yes, that’s a cold sore. On my birthday. The nerve!
My hopes of night skiing Friday night were squashed when Alex had to work late. A late departure combined with snowy highway conditions turned our less than 1.5 hour drive into a 4ish hour drive and we arrived in Keystone close to midnight. This didn’t stop us from making whisky-gingers (complete with a fresh snowball instead of ice) and catching up with our friends.
Saturday morning was a stunningly bluebird day and we were on the lifts soon right after 9:30 a.m. With cupcakes in hand, our group of 6 headed up the lift for an EpixMix photo and a full day of skiing in fluffy, powdery snow.
We spent Saturday evening in Denver with our friends who were visitng en route from Utah to Ohio and enjoyed a delicious meal at Euclid Hall. So. Good.
Our friends left on Sunday after brunch and Alex and I spent a quiet afternoon preparing for our mountaineering class, straighening up and cooking dinner. (Well, to be fair, Alex cooked.)
Someone asked (as ‘they’ always do on a birthday) if 28 feels older. And this year, it decidely does. Not necessarily from Thursday to Friday (*poof* instantly older!) but in general, I feel much more ‘adult’ these days. Maybe it’s recent happenings at work, maybe it’s moving further away from ‘newlyweds’ status, maybe it’s having a new-to-us car loan, maybe it’s how awful even tiny hangovers now feel, maybe it’s knowing I’m closer to 30 and 25. I can’t put my finger on exactly the reason – I think it’s all of these and more – but this year, 28 does feel older in a really good way.