Thoughts on a Tuesday

I'm working on a couple of posts that require more thought than I'm willing/able to put forth now, so here's a bulleted list of things I feel the need to share:

- Lady Gaga KILLED IT at the Oscars on Sunday. I have to say, she wouldn't have been the first person to spring to mind for a Sound of Music tribute, but her performance was damn near flawless. In case you missed it, watch it here.

- Bagels with cream cheese are just the best. I ate one for lunch pretty much every day of high school, and I still love them. Cheese and carbs are really the building blocks of all my favorite foods.

- Big Dipper was a guest on a podcast I like, and I now I cannot stop listening to "Skank." At first I thought it was kinda crass (not that that bothers me, I just noticed its NSFW-ish nature), but then I realized if were a dude rapping about doing sex to a lady, I wouldn't have a second thought about it. For example, Kanye has that whole outro about "Yeezy reupholstered my pussy" in "Blame Game." Suck on that!

- I made both Carmelitas and Special K Bars for my birthday, then ate the majority of them while snowed in on Sunday. Sorry I'm not sorry.

Parting thought: During the last week of February last year, this was happening:

And this year, this is happening:

Is it summer yet?

Enough. Enough now.

So my birthday is on Saturday. My mom, as she is wont to do, asked me weeks ago what I would like, and I've been struggling to come up with ideas. What a terrible problem to have, eh? Someone is chomping at the bit to buy me presents, and I can't think of much I want. The struggle is real, y'all.

Not that I'm suddenly a saint-like person who doesn't desire material possessions; I rarely walk out of Target without at least one unplanned purchase, and I've managed to buy more books than I have time to read. But it doesn't have a hold on me like it used to. I'm not constantly concerned about making more or working harder or "having it all." I read this somewhere a few months back (I can't for the life of me find where, so if I co-opted it from your blog or Instagram, my apologies):

When Googled, it's sourced as a Workaholics Anonymous mantra, which probably also makes it applicable to me.

It resonated at the time, but now it's really sunk in, and for the first time in a long time (maybe ever?), I am content. I do enough. I have enough. I AM enough. My life isn't perfect: I've fallen off the workout wagon, and I would prefer to be in better shape. My career is going well, but I'm not sure it's my dream job. But I'm not beating myself up about it anymore.

I can't really put my finger on HOW this happened, so I don't have any tips or tricks to share, but I'm so thankful that it has. I'm a work in progress, and I've still got goals to work toward, but things are good. It took a full three decades for me to get there, but I think I've finally arrived. Life is good. To borrow a cheesy phrase my sister emailed me, I think this upcoming year will indeed be "thirty-wonderful."