So yesterday I showed you a picture that hinted at the awesomeness that was my Tuesday night… did you get it?
I went, with my best friend, to a Britney Spears concert.
My friends, I’ve offically fulfilled a lifelong dream, and it feels amazing.
I could go on an on about how awesome the show was – about how Nicki Minaj opened and shook her ass like a champ, about how unbelievably smoking hot Britney is and how fantastic her show was, what with all the acrobatics, pyrotechnics, and frankly.. it was almost pornographic in an amazing way. Instead, I will give you this video, filmed at the very show I was at:
And I’ll give you something else, too.
I am, two days later, still high from the experience. It wasn’t just seeing Britney and dancing my ass off with my best friend to the music I’ve been secretly loving for years (she’s always been my guilty pleasure) but I’m high off the feeling of accomplishing something I want to do. Sure, I didn’t publish a book, I didn’t buy a house, I didn’t get a boyfriend.. but I said I was going to do something, and I did it. There’s a shocking amount of satisfaction that comes from doing something that you swear to yourself you’ll do before you die. It’s WONDERFUL.
So, here I am. Almost 29, which means almost 30, and here I am again contemplating my mortality. If this is how great it feels to cross something off of my life list when I don’t in fact currently HAVE a life list… I need to get on that. Because until the world ends, I want to keep on keeping on having a blast at this little life I have.. I’m doing good so far, but I know it could get better with just a little more muchness.