So… Happy Birthday to me!
On this day, twenty-one years ago my mom brought me into this world. Had she known what she was in for, maybe she would’ve changed her mind (I’m mostly kidding), though I’m glad she didn’t.
In the grand scheme of things, I usually don’t make a huge deal about my birthday, nor do I generally draw attention to it. I’m quite content to just have a simple get together with my family and friends and have that be that. However, 21 is considered by many to be such a milestone. Aside from being able to legally drink and buy alcohol and go to the casino, it’s when a lot of people really realize they’re really adults know and when other adults finally recognize us as adults.
I haven’t done a whole lot of thinking on being 21, or what it means I can do now, simply because I’m not one of those people who’s going to go crazy about it and party all the time and let it go to my head. I got all of that out of my system before college (hence the earlier changing her mind comment). What I am looking at this specific birthday as is basically the start to the rest of my life, or turning to a new page so to speak. I’ve done and seen a lot in my lifetime regardless of the fairly short span it’s run thus far and this year alone I’ve had to deal with a lot of shit (‘scuse my language). Over the past few years I’ve developed a much better understanding of who I am and what I want to do in life, and now is my chance to do what I have to to get that. So here’s to eye-opening birthdays!
A *very* Happy 21st! Enjoy the day……