Birthday Times

Today is my 24th birthday and it’s also Bob Dylan’s birthday. Pretty good guy to share a birthday with, right? Love Bobby D. I feel bad for people who share a birthday with obscure baseball players or one hit wonder singers. Bob and I have got that soul connection. Okay, I’m done now. I got the nicest e-mail from my high school English teacher wishing me a happy birthday. He was my favorite teacher in high school, and he and I have stayed close after graduation. We meet up for coffee. Good times. It’s something I love about living in my hometown. Anyway, he told me that this is my “golden birthday” since I’m turning 24 on the 24th. Doesn’t that just sound promising? I like it.

Me circa 1992 or so

Last night I got my hair cut and colored because I wanted to start 24 off strong, and I feel like good hair is a way to ensure that will happen. Then I swooped into Marshall’s really quickly (that place is kind of overwhelming if you’re not in the mood to browse for hours) and managed to scoop up a few cute, inexpensive tops. Win. Fluorescent lights the day before my birthday was a risky maneuver, but it paid off in the end.

I’ll start the day of my birth in true adult fashion with a 9 a.m. meeting. It’s okay though, because after work plans include a cookout with Chris and my parents. I chose the menu. My dad tried to trick me by suggesting foods he would actually like to have, but I wasn’t fooled. This isn’t my first rodeo. After dinner I may grab a drink with a friend. A lovely day, all around. Chris was the birthday present champion this year. We’re going to see a Broadway show in New York one night and then to a Dave Matthews concert the next night. Literally my idea of heaven. My parents’ present to me is to pick out some summer clothes and a pair of running (ellipticalling?) shoes. And a Mophie. That was a must-have for me. I’m excited to go shopping and spend time with my mom, so that was also a big win all around. I realized I probably should have asked for a Keurig since I am insanely bad at making coffee but…maybe next year.

For some reason 24 sounds so much older and more serious than 23. I think turning 25 will give me a panic attack, so don’t even get me started. But I feel ready to be 24. I’ve learned a lot this past year, and even though half the time I don’t know what I’m doing I feel like I’m getting there. I think 24 needs to bring something big for me. Maybe a move or a tattoo or a pet. Maybe all three. Who knows? A lot can change in a year, and I’m excited to see what will happen.

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  1. First off happy birthday lovey! I hope you had a great evening. Secondly don’t be scared off about the age thing. I used to be really hung up on it in my 20’s and thought life was over when I hit 30 but you know what it actually all brought a lot of peace to me. I look back at my ageing hang up and see it as a waste of time. I wish I could show my old self the difference.

    So I hope it doesn’t overly bother you because really all you should worry about (wrong choice of words) is enjoying your time in the now – that’s it, period. Because, and not to scare you, I think back to my 20’s and it’s all a blur. I know I had the most amazing times, was in the best ‘scene’s’, met great people, partied like never before, etc, etc, but it’s all one big gloop of a hazy memory now. So all I can say with certainty is that I enjoyed it all and, on the whole, tried to make the most of it. That leaves me feeling happy at this point in my life.

    So anyway, big sisterly style stranger advice over. Hope you have a lovely year. Love the blog and have been meaning to comment for a while.

    Best
    Grace

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