A perfect birthday means a new ukulele, polka dot tea cups, and friends. It took me 23 years, but I’ve found perfection. Friends from near and far, new musical hobbies, and a wonderful Anthro cup and saucer. So much joy.
I’m so dang excited for this upcoming wedding. But I’m also so dang scared. Scared to see people that I was once friends with and have since grown apart from, people who seemingly ran away from my life intentionally, and even people who are long lost friends. Scared to answer the questions. Scared to ask them. Scared to go alone.