Today I realized that I’m not as high maintenance as I used to be. I cited getting older and feeling like getting my nails, brows, lashes etc done religiously is just too much work. I cited being young and not having much to do with my time. I cited being comfortable in my relationship. I cited friends moving or starting families. At the end of the day, I guess it truly comes down to the motives behind why I did all of those things.

As it turns out, I’ve learned over the years to love myself just the way I am. I don’t get fussy when it comes to my appearance as much as I used to. Not that I’ve let myself go or anything along those lines but that there are more important things I spend my time on while still having me time.

As this is my last full week living in this quarter century year of my life I’ve been doing a lot of self reflecting. I feel like I do that enough but as my birthday creeps up next week I’ve got lots on my mind.

I spoke to my dad today. He’s doing well and so are my brothers. He’s getting a boat back on the ocean and I’m excited for that. I wish I was spending my birthday on his boat on a small secluded island like we used to when I was a kid. Some memories will always be my favorite.