24, and counting

Today was my 24th birthday, and despite my usual habit of moping and reflecting on the passage of time and trying to populate my “feats” to justify my age, I didn’t do any of that today.

Today I enjoyed myself and I enjoyed life. I didn’t for a single moment let a negative thought creep into my head, and I had a blast like only a Leo could.

I am lucky to have wonderful friends who love me for who I am and who never judge me no matter what improprieties I commit. I am lucky to have an amazingly insane family who, even though we drive each other up the wall on a daily basis, love me and are proud of me underneath it all. Maybe when I turn 25 they will come out and say it out loud! They threw me a very nice party yesterday, complete with home-made cupcakes and flowers and everything.

Since last year, numerous events sculpted my meaning today. I went through revolutionary times, then through mortally depressing times, then through anticipatory times, then through experimental times, then, eventually, now, I am going through another rebirth. I feel liberated but my freedom is not yet complete and I must fight until I have it all. I am at a crossroads in my life, and luckily, I am still alive to take the route I desire.

It’s an outside-self experience for me to say that I am 24. It will take me about 6 months to digest the thought, then it will be time to change the number again. But who’s counting, anyway?