Ok, so forgive me on this Friday morning, but I kind of want to complain or rant a little bit. As some of you may know, my 23rd birthday is quickly approaching. I know, I know that this should be an exciting time, right? But, it's not, at least for me. Maybe it's because I'm in a new place, and don't have all my friends here to celebrate with, or maybe I'm a little blue because it's on a Tuesday, but when I really delve into my subconscious, I know the real reason why I'm not so Happy about this Birthday.
It's the number thing: the big 2-3, but what does that even mean? Am I supposed to have it all figured out by now? Am I supposed to feel older and wiser? Am I supposed to have a firm grasp on the meaning of life? I sure as hell hope not. I know that age is just a number, but I feel like the years are flying by and I'm just not quite ready to grow up yet. And, the scary thing is: I know I have to grow up. I don't know, I probably sound immature and need to face the facts that getting older is just a part of life. The only thing I care about is staying (and looking) young at heart. Hopefully, by Tuesday I will be ready to embrace (ahem 23) with an open smile and blow out my birthday candles with pride. Until then, I'm going to live it up these next few days of being 22 and sip bacardi like it's my 21st birthday.
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