Today is my twenty-sixth birthday. It's on a Monday this year, so we celebrated a pinch this weekend, a pinch tonight, and perhaps a pinch this week. I like to spread out the awesome.
I do
feel more adult than before. I know I'm not MORE of an adult, how does one become
more of something intangible? I understand how one can have
more responsibility, or
more dependents*, etc... those things might connote a sense of "adult" feelings. Perhaps it's a sense of internal calm I've allowed.
The tangible markers of my newly found adulthood include, but are not limited to:
- enjoying day drinking, just so long as every understands I'll be in bed before midnight... though, not before swimming in the ocean with all my clothes... at least it's not illegal.
- cleaning my stove-top on my birthday, while talking to myself that it really is what I feel like doing at the moment...
- allowing myself to feel ho-hum. It's true. Though it's not really about my birthday. I'm hoping Papa GB decides it's a good time to return my and LE emails. We've got SHIT to SHARE.
To twenty-six! I am happy to be here.
Love, GB
*not that I have any, obviously. Unless you count our houseplants. Though, I could give a mean argument that trying to keep an apartment clean is like having a dependent. So. MUCH. effort.
**can we TALK about
this awesome photo? I'd like it as a t shirt, coffee mug, and poster for my birthday m'kay?