diary of a wannabe hippy

I feel like a teenager. Saturday night we are having a party and I am so excited!! I can barely sleep I'm so excited.

It's a "no big deal" party. It's basically, just a celebration of our year, a catch up with friends, and, hopefully, a wonderful night. Nothing fancy, just family, a few friends, a spit & some salad.

It is probably the first time in many years where I feel like it's time for me to have some *fun*. Fun with no issues about what I look like, what I feel like, who is talking to who and what is happening - a fantastic night for me. As me.

The last time I felt this way was a long time ago. I feel like I have come a full circle; but have come to the beginning as an adult. Sounds silly, given I'm 29 years old, but it's true.

My kids are looking forward to it, and my husband can't wait. Our parents are kind of *yeah ok* about it all, but neither of us care; we're going to have a great time. They are all coming, of course, but are staying at my parents house with the grandkids in tow later on in the evening. That way I can let my hair down if I feel the need; and not wake up sick in the morning.

I don't anticipate feeling ill on Sunday - it's not that sort of *letting my hair down* feeling. It's about talking to people without any inhibitions, it's about being Shel. Me. As is, no holes barred anymore and happy.

It's terrifying and exhilarating all at the same time. I can't wait.