23. Accept the love given to you

Personally I think I’m a huge brat. I also think I’m a narcissist who interjects herself into conversations and the spotlight when I find appropriate holes (Leo tendencies). #selfaware

I still don’t know why anyone reads this. Sometimes I don’t know why you guys like to keep me around as much as you do.

I’m not that cool, guys—I swear.

It’s not that I don’t feel worthy of your love—it’s that your love humbles me when it matters most.

Today I turned 33 years old.

Yes, I apologize for not finishing this list on time, however I will complete it. I’ve had multiple people comment on how I was writing entries too slow, only because this series was getting a better response than I had originally expected. I had no idea it would be so well-received.

I am crying profusely typing this. Nothing bad… All good.

I’ve never had flowers delivered to me before, ever. In the span of a week I was sent 2 separate packages. I walked into work today to find my desk filled with balloons, 2 bouquets, a bottle of champagne and a card. I’ve been at this company for 3 months. 3 short months—so much love. I had difficulty keeping up with the messages, texts and phone calls all day. My family came all the way to SF to spend the evening with me.

To claim I am blessed is an understatement.

I feel so fucking loved that I can’t deal with the emotion—at all, but I’ll accept it, all of it because love is not a fluke.