So most, if not all, of my readers on this
blog are probably coming from Facebook…so it should be no surprise that today
is my birthday. My golden year. Turning 22 on the 22nd. However, going to work on my birthday and
going about my routines as usual has made me realize one thing: I am officially
an adult. Honestly, I’m not sure why Taylor Swift was so excited about feeling
22, because for me, it’s sadly just the year after 21.
Your 21st birthday is a sacred
birthday that most of us have probably looked forward to from the day we
realized what alcohol even was. Sure, 18 was fun, but knowing you can legally
buy lottery tickets and cigarettes only gets you so far. You quickly realize
that you’re only an adult on paper anyway. Turning 21 is simply a rite of passage. A year
ago today I was waking up in a hotel room after being out at Mohegan until the
early hours of the morning. The only bad thing that happened that night was
that they stopped serving alcohol at 2 am! Otherwise, it was the perfect
evening filled with great food, amazing people, and winning! That’s right! I
won right out the bat on my first machine: Wheel of Fortune. It might have only
been $100, but it was my glorious birthday slot machine miracle. We gambled and drank most of the night and
woke up with no regrets. But as I sit here at my desk on my 22nd
birthday, I can’t help but think of where all the birthday magic went.
Something about this year just doesn’t seem
as exciting as all of my other birthdays. Maybe it’s the fact that laundry
still needed to be done yesterday, lunch had to be made today, and I have to
work 9 to 5. Responsibilities don’t really start just because you entered the
world 22 years ago today. However, the upside to this non-excitement is the
little expectation I have of the day. That means that everything that happens
is that much better because I really wasn’t anticipating any hubbub. So when my
mom had Mrs. Fields cookies delivered, I was all too pumped to rip open the
plastic and fill my face. And my mom is a clever little one, as she suggested
leaving them out on my desk so I have an excuse to let anyone who stops by know
that it’s my birthday.
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| What a dangerous little box to have on my desk all day! |
Also, the Royal Baby and I now share the same birthday...so I've got that going for me today!
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| It's a boy!! |
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