It's not my birthday yet, don't let the title confuse you. It's actually not until the 27th, next Thursday, so you still have a little under a week to stockpile and shower me with the most lavish of gifts. You're all gonna do that, right? ... right? (This is where I'd stick in one of those sparkly glitter graphic texts saying "J/K LOL *<|8-D" but I don't feel like boggling down this computer with fifty trojan horse viruses and a plethora of spyware today.)
Sigh. All joking aside... prepare for some introspection!
Next week I turn a quarter-century old. The big ol' two-five. Every birthday I've had since I turned 20 gave me this massive feeling of "I need to get my shit together. What am I doing? Where am I going?" And luckily, as far as I can tell, this year is the first year where I'm really not having that problem. I feel like I am right where I need to be, and all of my "shortcomings" don't really feel like shortcomings. Opportunities I used to resent having never been presented with no longer bring me down. I am happy, and I am content, and I am where I am supposed to be.
I am alive, and I keep waking up in the mornings to the face of my best friend and my cute butthead of a cat and a brand new beautiful bay area day and damnit I'm so lucky.
I'll be starting up Project365 for my 25th year; it's been too long and I want to document and even if I don't finish (but I will! I will!) it is better than nothing; it's something. I want to remember this feeling: feeling right, feeling in place. I want to remember this. It's so awesome.
I've had this song stuck in my head, thought it might be fitting:
Have a great Sunday, y'all!