Being this happy terrifies me

This weekend was beyond epic.

Everything went incredibly. The stars aligned. The joy and love and excitement and giddiness and laughter was out of control.

In the days and weeks to come, I will attempt to recap what took place here over the last 60-something hours.

I'm pretty sure, however, that I will fail to accurately convey just how amazing this weekend was. It was definitely of those "You had to be there" kind of things, where there were just so many hilarious happenings and inside-jokes, and snarky comments and witticisms, that it is impossible to fully describe and that to an outsider is probably just eye-rolling-ly excessive and obnoxious. I mean....LINDSAY LOHAN was at my 30th birthday. (We stood next to her while waiting for the elevator up to our megasuite.)

But I'm still going to try to recall and relay everything, because I want all 30 of us to be able to look back and remember the glory.

I feel so elated and content that I'm somewhat filled with a feeling of dread...this always reminds me of the Sex and the City movie when Charlotte has a similar experience:

Carrie: What makes you think something bad is gonna happen?
Charlotte: Because! Nobody gets everything they want! Look at you, look at Miranda. You're good people and you two both got shafted. I'm so happy and... something bad is going to happen.
Carrie: Sweetie, you shit your pants this year. I think you're done.

I feel like right now what I'm experiencing is a complete embarrassment of riches. Things are just going too well and I am too happy and this isn't right and the universe is bound to throw me some kind of curveball to maintain a sort of equilibrium. (Specifically I remember that right before I broke my ankle three-ish years ago things were going extremely well also.)

Is it just me or do super-successful, happy people sometimes feel this way?

I'm so grateful for everything I have right now. And for all the people in my life, and specifically the people who came with me on this amazing Vegas Adventure. I'm grateful for their presence and their presents. I'm grateful for my amazing clients and agents and business-partners whose business and referrals allow me to keep living this incredible life.

Sure, living in LA and being SLIGHTLY celeb-obsessed (understatement?) makes me sometimes compare myself and how I'm doing with my celebrity counterparts, which is idiotic I'm sure. ("Lady Gaga is 25 years old? WHAT have I been doing with my life???" is a common thought.) But when I step back and look at things, I'm really happy with where I'm at.

So yes. All I have left to say is thank you. Thank You for all your well wishes and all the positive energy and the laughter and the love that has been sent my way in the past week.

I will try my best to do my best and be the best and do what is right and good for the world.

I'm not sure if I believe in God. But I definitely believe in karma. And Oprah. And I hope that I have good karma. And I hope that if it is deserved or even possible, that things continue to go as amazingly as they have been lately. And that I can share this abundance of love and wealth and energy and happiness with everyone around me.

The End.

P.S. We are insane.