Yesterday was my birthday. I didn’t make a big deal about it here in blogland, cause well… I didn’t really feel like it was a big deal. And to be honest, I think it’s been the reason for my sour attitude this past week.

At Disney on Ice, I was hit on by a Grandpa. Not a great way to have my ego boosted! HAH. He was on the younger side, and pretty good looking for a grandpa, but still… I turned 26, not 46. 

disney on ice

I’ve never been one to


my birthday, or really mind getting older. And really, I don’t mind the age thing. It’s just that when I look into the mirror lately, I don’t recognize the person looking back at me.

I’m constantly criticizing my flaws

. No longer do I



I always said “ I will not be one of those mother’s or people in general that let themselves go”…. at 26, I’ve


that person.


This year will be more about


. Because I’ve lost her. I don't know who

I am

without attaching



Significant Other

. While I love those attachments. I know there is more to my being, than just those two things.

I will be embracing myself, not just as a mom, or spouse, but as a woman. Embracing me.



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