I’m now 24 years old. Birthday was on the third and here I am now. Mid twenties. Know what? I don’t feel a bit different. Is that good or bad? Or doesn’t it matter? Ah well.
I’m probably one of the few people who likes getting older. Each time my birthday comes around, I get more and more excited. Has nothing to do with the idea of the celebration, the gifts, the going out to dinner, the cards, or the hugs. It’s that I get to experience a whole new age. Something different. Something I’ve yet to explore. I remember when I couldn’t wait to turn 20 just so I could say I was no longer a teenager. That was an age group I wanted out of desperately. Always felt like there was a stigma attached to it and I wanted to get away from it as soon as possible.
Now, I’m not rushing to any age, but I still felt excited at getting older. Adding that next year to the tally. It just….makes me fell good really. Maybe because my birthday falls right in the summer: my favorite time of year. And July being my favorite month too. Right there are the half way point of the year as well. Six months completed and other six to go. Right there, I go up an age. I dunno. I like that.
And now with this new lease of life that I have, I look forward to this new year of mine without the normal strings attached. Just gonna go do whatever I damn well please. Come join me.
