I’m certainly not the only one who gets the birthday blues. In all honesty much of my depression with aging is purely vain. It’s not exactly something I’m proud of but I can’t help feel this way after seeing my body slowly change with each passing year. And don’t even get me started on seeing old photos of myself! But enough morbid thoughts. I ultimately enjoy celebrating the wonderful day with those who mean most to me.
This time around most of my close friends were either unavailable or out of town. Luckily, I prefer smaller more intimate gatherings and had no problem agreeing to a simple stress-free day with my mom and sister in the city. We strolled down Michigan Ave. and eventually settled on a light lunch at NoMI, a deliciously upscale restaurant in the heart of downtown Chicago.
Champagne was an obvious necessity…
And oysters, the perfect companion to the bubbly.
I typically prefer plump east coast oysters but my goodness the briny west coast ones rocked my world!
As soon as we placed the rest of the order, the waiter brought out the most incredible warm pretzel bread with whipped butter. It was crispy on the outside and pillowy soft on the inside. A dream come true!
We chomped and chatted while waiting for the rest of the dishes to come. And then came the glorious cheese board, fully decked with a variety of cow’s and goat’s milk cheeses and accompanying homemade jams.
Yes, it tasted as phenomenal as it looked!
The rest of our order was finally brought out, which was a filling spread of baked whitefish over pureed squash and a light avocado salad.
We also couldn’t resist a side order of crispy fries with ketchup and mayo.
The grand finale was a surprise dessert that appeared to come straight from heaven.
Upon carefully cracking open the perfectly spherical chocolate shell, we uncovered a rich tiramisu mousse sitting atop of caramel and coffee crumbles.
The dessert was also accompanied by two of the most delicious cookies I’ve ever tasted (not pictured because we ate them immediately). I was one happy and stuffed 26 year old!
The three of us happily waddled back to our car and called it a day. I’m so glad I got to celebrate my birthday with (most of) my family! Unfortunately, my dad wasn’t able to join us in the city so we decided to end the day with a second mini celebration in nature.
Since my MRI came back clean (!!!) that very morning, I decided to test out my foot with a short 3-mile run at sunset. My foot didn’t feel at 100% but the run itself was wonderful after a full week of no activity.
And so I *think* I finally accepted my new age. Twenty six will still continue to frighten me but I have an inexplicably strong feeling that this will be life-changing year. Sometimes acceptance in life is the only thing we can do to move on and maintain our happiness.
Cheers to my mid/late twenties!