It's My Birthday and I'll Cry If I Want To

Just kidding.

I mean, it IS my birthday, but no tears from me today. I love birthdays, especially my own!

Twenty-fooooooouuuuur! I don't feel much different from twenty-three but it's still exciting nonetheless. I woke up to the lovely Mama Tay wishing me a happy day, and the sweet Basilbub cuddling by my side. Then I got a sesame seed bagel with tofu cream cheese and an Earl Grey tea, and am making Marie go to the park to read and play on this gorgeous, birthy day. Tonight is dinner then a drink at Clems, then Saturday will be partying all night long. Wooo!

One thing birthdays are good for is reflecting over the past however many years, looking toward the future however many years, and then just being in the happy day. It's nice for me to look at my past and see all the positive changes I've made, and to just be very grateful for where I am now. And I'm excited about the future with Dave and writing and school and kids and puppies. It is definitely pleasant to be turning twenty-four!

Though, I do have a theory that actual age doesn't matter too much. To me, it's not your number that tells how old you are, but your experiences. For example, I grew the equivalent of at least two years during the one night my house caught on fire. And during my college years spent working on my personal issues and learning how to manage those things with my own life and with my family relations, I grew way more than four years may seem. But then in other ways, I haven't grown a full twenty-four years yet! People get hung up on numbers; age, weight, height, salary, etc. But numbers aren't true measures of life.

However, birthdays are true reasons to celebrate life. So, happy birthday to me, and to all of you on your special days!