...does anybody know how?
My birthday is on Sunday. I'll be 27. I suck at birthdays. Well, I've sucked at the last 5 or so. I remember older people telling me in my teens that birthdays just aren't fun after 21, and I never really bought it, because PARTY WOOOO!!!!!
Each year is just a confirmation that my teenage self was an arrogant know-it-all punk.
27 isn't really THAT old, but it is older than 26, and a lifetime away from 22 and 23. I graduated college at 21, had a grown-up job at 22, and haven't really done much since then. I don't have a more expansive resume or a graduate degree or a juris doctor, all of which I'd imagined I'd have by this point in my life. I didn't really try that hard for them, though. I loved being 22 and 23. Those days were good and easy. I guess I spent 24 and 25 and 26 trying to hold on to it.
Okay, to be fair, the last year of my life has been rather wonderful, what with my dreamy boyfriend and excellent job switch and definite plans for grad school and mortgaging my soul for home ownership and a fancy degree. That's good, I suppose. I accept that, by taking on that shit, I am really closing in on actual grown-upness, and moving beyond the non-grown-upness of my early 20s which was nothing but a regular celebration of being legally allowed go to bars and having a little of my own money and not having term paper due dates.
It's a good thing all around. Truly. I am happy with where I am at this point in my life and look forward to the future. Still, each time I have to stop myself to remember I am a different number, it stings a bit. This little blog will surely seem less charming the further I get down the path to "maturity," or some semblance of it. And I love this blog! So that is sad.
But I'm not there yet. And tomorrow I'm having a bbq in my yard and will get hammered and on Sunday will be a washed-up 27-year-old in search of several sparkling lemonades, a couple of bloody marys, a shower, and a review of my longterm financial planning and credit score.
Yeah, what? You're all getting old, too. Cheers.
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