So now that I’ve just celebrated a “milestone” birthday, I thought I’d take a moment to reflect on the emotionally draining week I’ve experienced.

I always thought that by 30, I’d have the car of my dreams and an overwhelming supply of Louboutins to chose from. (and in case you’re wondering, I don’t even have a car, never mind the one of my dreams, and most of my shoes are from Aldo).

The more I thought about all this, the more depressing it all became. Maybe it’s the new found maturity, or the “older” wisdom, but I’ve since concluded there’s ‘nothing to stress over”.  All the things I was upset about not having in my life have something in common: they’re trivial, materialistic things, that don’t even really quantify success.

All the things that do quantify success (in my books) – health, a loving family, great friends and an awesome job, are areas of my life I am actually truly rich in.

 So I guess what I’m saying is, I’ve turned the “30 frown” upside down. Happy birthday to me, damnit. I may not have a pair of Louboutins, but I’m blessed with the greatest gift of all. A truly wonderful life.