I turn one year old today everybody!
Kidding kidding, I am whopping 23 whole years of awesomesauce.
This is the age I have always wanted to be. Does that sound weird to you?
I hope so.
Because it is weird.
And you're probably just as weird as me if you don't find it weird.
When I was about 12 there were two ages that I couldn't wait to be.
17 and 23.
Yeah this Blue Moon obsessed child skipped right over 21...strange.
I just had this picture in my head of all the pretty girls living fancy pants lives at those ages.
It makes absolute 0 sense, I'm well aware.
But I'm an odd ball what can I say.
17 has surely come and gone.
At least in the sense of my brain and liver, that is.
My face is just now catching up to that stage in life.
But 23 is now finally here.
It has not come and gone yet.
It's ready to see wherever life takes me and if numbers could talk it would surely tell me to not wish it away in anticipation of the next "cool" age.
P.S. I don't have any more cool ages on my life list so I can't anticipate a new one even if I wanted to.
When I was 12 I thought 23 would be the year that I would get engaged.
Let's all take a moment to give a big HA HA HA to that idea.
When I was 12 I thought 23 would be the year that I would purchase a pretty
little humongous cookie cutter house with my fiance.
Again with the laughter over here...
When I was 12 I thought 23 would be the year that I had my life fully together and all planned out perfectly.
And now I'm just laughing because I'm so glad none of this will be happening in my 23rd year.
Now that I've finally reached 23...I feel 12.
I don't feel like a grown up.
I don't have a boyfriend let alone a fiance.
There's no way in heck that I would say yes to even the fanciest of pantsiest diamond rings.
My bank account would jump off the nearest bridge before letting me purchase a house.
And my life is 100% fully NOT together and perfectly planned out.
And you know what?
I wouldn't have it any other way.
This is life. This is living.
This is me at 23.
And I'm going to love every minute of it.
P.S. want to know something awesome about my birthday?
I will never have to work the day after it ever in my life.
Heck yeah, thank you America for that little gift every year!
P.P.S. Thank you to all you lovely lovers who wished me an early birthday yesterday. I appreciate it with all my cupcake and cocktail filled heart!