Someone recently texted me asking if I had quit ranting. On here? Apparently for awhile. In real life? Not by a long shot. It's not the Regan way, my friends.
Happy holidays! Happy New Year! And, most important, happy Regan Birthday Month!
That's right! After much anticipation, we're mere days from Regan's big 30th birthday. It's been a buildup fraught with trepidation. Why am I not where I thought I'd be at 30? In any sense? Will I want to celebrate? Or cry in a locked bathroom?
Turns out most of these fears were unfounded and largely struck on birthday 29 only to slowly fade over the last year. Here, at five days to bday, I stand elated.
First: I shall be in Boston for my birthday - a city recently pounded by a relentless onslaught of snow AND a bunch of history and really cool cemeteries filled with people who never made it to 30. So there.
Second: Things could be worse. They always could be worse. Much worse.
Third: I recently discovered the show "1,000 Ways to Die," which (while overwhelmingly cheesy) greatly underscores point No. 2.
Fourth: My hair isn't gray. I'm as surprised as you are. My mother grayed in her teens. Granted, I had hoped I'd be dyeing my hair a shocking shade of red by now, but I'll take my hair color as long as I can get it.
Fifth: (And I'll end at five for now since my birthday lands on the fifth) I'm blessed with the greatest friends and family a girl could ever want. I teared up in my car late last night. I was driving home and an acoustic version of The Traveling Wilburys' "End Of The Line" came on 95.7 The Ride. I turned the volume as high as it would go. And as I smiled, my eyes welled with tears. There are so many people in my life who love me for me: always late (sometimes by hours); moody; critical; childish in spirit. Sure, there are good qualities that balance my more trying ones, but it's a rare thing in the world today to be seen in the raw and loved despite it all.
So to all who have loved Regan in the Raw, as one good reader was so lovely to suggest, I thank you. Let birthday month begin. And here's to 60 more years full of everything life has to offer: the good, the bad and the beautiful; the tragic, the funny and the heartbreaking - and the love that makes it all worthwhile.
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