As it happens, today is my 25th birthday. In the weeks and days leading up to this momentous occasion, I was busy celebrating/mourning at my own pity party. I wasn’t feeling accomplished or worthy or any of the other strong, self-actualizing adjectives that are used to describe successful people. I don’t particularly love my job, my love life reads like bad chick lit, and I drive a shitty car.
But then I woke up this morning and just DIDN’T GIVE A SINGLE FUCK.
So what if I don’t have the things I expected to have? I’m going to spend the rest of my life in pursuit of whatever makes me feel fulfilled. I’m still young, and I have plenty of time to go and figure myself out. Plus, I have the best dog in the world, so that has to count for something.
And so the rest of my life begins here: doing something I really enjoy, and doing it all on my own.
I actually wore this outfit to work today as part of the above-mentioned “not giving a fuck” sentiment. Who was going to stop me from wearing a party skirt to the office? The answer, of course, is not a single goddamn soul. I peacocked around the cubicles, feeling extremely adorable. I went out to lunch in it and felt yet more sensational. And I’m going to wear it out tonight on a date(?) with a gentleman caller, by which time I hope to have launched myself into the “universally recognized as perfect” phase.
Twenty-five, let’s be best friends.
Necklace: old, Forever 21