Not Just Another Year
The age field on all of my many profiles are about to change over to "28 years old" in a few days. I'm not sure I can express the aging which occurred this year here in one tiny blog--wonderful aging of which I am proud and growth which I earned the hard way, the authenetic way. And lately, I find myself thinking back to last year's birthday at a bowling alley with friends. I snuck away from everyone to the concessions counter to secretly buy myself a non-alcoholic soda from the 60-year old, weathered woman with fried orange-blonde hair. I wished with all of my heart her name was Marge.
Marge had inferred that it was my birthday, "How old?"
"Twenty-seven tomorrow!"
"Oh, 27 is a good year. That's the year you'll discover who you really are."
I suppose anyone can be a prophet.
Marge had inferred that it was my birthday, "How old?"
"Twenty-seven tomorrow!"
"Oh, 27 is a good year. That's the year you'll discover who you really are."
I suppose anyone can be a prophet.
posted by slickaphonic at 3:12 AM
2 Comments:
Happy Birthday!!! (27 was NOT a good year for me...29 was stellar and it's been getting progressively better ever since.)
Thanks! 27 sucked, but I did, in fact, learn who I am--and more importantly, who I would like to become...
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