It is weird to think you have only had (insert your number of years on the Earth here) Christmases so far in your life. Why does it always feel like so many more? With Christmas taking up more and more months each coming year, alongside working in retail, it is starting to feel as though it is Christmas year round. Fiscally, this stands as a problem for me, as Fall clothing lines pop out of nowhere at the end of the July month and rows of boots are laid out in display windows in an array of shapes and heels and colors.
One week from tomorrow will be my twenty-eighth birthday.
Irrelevant to my already passed by years, twenty-eight seems to be such an odd number. Three years past the “milestone” twenty-five, yet still two more years of freedom before the big three-oh.
Twenty-seven was most definitely one of the biggest years of change in my lifetime. If you know me, you know exactly what I am talking about. The good, the bad, the very worst, the very best, the very restless, the very content.
I have molded and shaped and formed into a human being of true liking, someone who knows where my true friendships rely in people, who does not need to be surrounded by others to feel rewarded, who is independent, makes her own choices, and who is willing to step further and further out of her comfort zone to experience everything life has to offer.
I have wounded people, wounded myself, ended friendships, started new friendships, took friendships further, repaired friendships, and have realized the truth in having a few select people to rely on and trust to keep my happy as I repay the same.
So in this next week of stress and ageist jokes forced on me by my friends and coworkers especially, I count my blessings of spending these past twenty-eight years of having some of the best and worst relationships with other humans.. all that created the person who I am today. I celebrate that I can honestly name hundreds of thousands of reasons why I absolutely am in love and enamoured with those that I keep close to me, and I am thankful every single day I take a breath that these people are prominent figures and mentors in my life.
It is not Peter Pan syndrome, I just simply would like to keep my childlike wonder and heart forever and ever. It gets better (but not always wiser) with age.
(I would like to take this time to play the age card on my departure from the nightspots long before two am these days. If it weren’t for a bottle of wine and Law and Order CI waiting for me each night promptly at two on the dot, I would sadly be just another one of your drunk friends hanging out at the hot dog guy each night getting fat. Not to say that I have completely kicked my habit of bacon and cheese polish dogs, it is simply that Goran is truly an enchanting mythical beast that I cannot bear to fall asleep without.)