I cannot believe that one year ago, I was suffering tremendously at the thought of turning 50. I lost a lot of hair and sleep worrying and anticipating the big 5-0. I even started a blog to help me cope with this cruel reality.
Truth be told, I had fun celebrating (the parties were non-stop), talking and writing about it. Was it as bad as I imagined it would be?
Yes and No.
No, in that I am still here and have enjoyed… oh so thoroughly, not caring as much about what others think of me or what comes out of my mouth. A stronger sense of freedom has blossomed.
Yes, it was as bad as I imagined it would be, in that a lot more than freedom has blossomed. My arms have blossomed, my belly has blossomed, my thighs have blossomed as have the brown spots on my face. In addition, I can see NADA without my readers, my hearing has faded and my breasts have migrated to the deep, deep South, but I digress.
I am more than ready to say goodbye to this eventful (to say the least) year and welcome in new adventures and
Speaking of food, in pure brickhouse fashion, I spent this birthday weekend by the shore with Mr. B, eating some delicious treats. One being a succulent lobster roll from a very popular harbor café, as well as my favorite deli sandwich made with turkey, swiss cheese, alfalfa sprouts, pesto mayo, tomato and avocado. Yes, I did.
We also tried a new restaurant which serves the most orgasmic brick oven pizza topped with arugula, prosciutto, pear and a balsamic glaze. Enough? No. Can I tell you about the juicy pan seared native scallops sautéed with bacon and shallots? Need I say more? I better stop because I am starving, again.
We also did plenty of walking, laying on the beach, shopping, talking, resting, laughing and planning for the year ahead.
*****A big shout-out to my all-time favorite Washington DC brothers-in-law and of course, BFFs, for the use of their beautiful home. It was another spectacular birthday getaway in this elegant farmhouse on the coast.*****
Bring it on, 51!