Today is my birthday! As of 8:07 pm, I will be twenty-six years old. Twenty-six whole years of living in this crazy world. In some ways, every year feels older. In other ways, every year feels the same. One thing that's changed is I don't get super excited about my birthday anymore. Is that just me, or is that adulthood? This is not to say that I don't enjoy the festivities. I love going out to eat with Michael to celebrate (we're headed to The Cheesecake Factory tonight!) and I totally wouldn't mind if someone threw me an awesome party.
I think the thing that makes me feel old now is not the age, but the things that can happen and change in the span of one year. A new job or a new house. Friends who move away and new friendships that form. Traveling to new places. Watching younger siblings grow up and move away to college. Seeing friends and family get married and have babies. I feel like SO much has happened in one year. So much life lived and experienced. And that's certainly something to celebrate.
After twenty-six years of living, I think I'm ready to tackle my twenty-seventh. Bring it on, world!