On Birthdays…

Picture this; me sitting there in athletic shorts and an old, oversized university sweatshirt, giggling about how I can’t blow out the trick candles. Me! The most conceited, egotistical, attention loving person. But this is all I wanted for my 23rd birthday. Just a day of laziness and happiness and that is what I got.

My past two birthdays have been absolute ragers. Partying all weekend, hell, all week! Making sure everyone knows it is my birthday and I deserve presents and free shots. Not this year! I forgot to even ask my mom where she put my presents! Maybe it’s because I’m in a real relationship, or taking on my first big girl job, or simply because nobody likes you at 23 (at least I know one person does). All I know is that when I was asked about what I wanted the only thing I could think of was love and appreciation. So is this what growing up is like?

I always rolled my eyes at the girls that said they’re too old for the bar/party scene but is that who I’ve become? Given the chance to go downtown, I turned it down to put on sweats, cuddle, and watch “Remember the Titans.” It’s not that I feel too old to go out but I feel no desire to go out and stay up until 5A.M. Is this how those ‘old’ people feel? Have I peaked at 23? Or am I simply tired from this thing we call life? All valid questions running through my head.

I guess it’s safe to say I will no longer be rolling my eyes at people claiming to be too old for the bars. Although kids, remember, you’re only as old as you feel; unless you feel the same age as an actual kid, then just no, not the same.

No matter what you’re feeling, do what makes you happy. If there’s anything I have learned in the past year that I can look forward to at the dreaded number 23 I can say I learned to take care of me first. The people that are meant to be there will stay and understand. But remember to understand others when they need to take care of themselves too. That got a little jumbled there but self care is always the answer. Stay lit peeps.

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