Today is my 23rd birthday, and as Blink-182 would say “nobody likes you when you’re 23.” Well, I would like to argue with that statement — everybody likes me when I’m 23.
For the past few days, I’ve been thinking about this past year of my life. Man, I did a lot. It was the year I graduated college. It was the year I got better at controlling my anxiety. I t was the year I realized that the first job out of college isn’t always the right job — and that’s okay. It was the year I got my heart broken, saw a Moody Blues concert, and began to write the very blog that you are reading. It was the year that I fell in love with life, and the little things that it has to offer. And finally, it was also the year I learned that despite almost two decades of being in school, I don’t always have the answers. And that’s okay.
I will say this — Taylor Swift was right about one thing about being 22 — it’s happy, free, confused and lonely in the best way. It’s miserable and magical.” And it is. Just beginning your adult life after college is strange, but the best feeling is waking up and realizing it all happens for some unknown reason.
Tonight, I’ll celebrate 22 years of life in the company of some of my amazing pals. With that, I am grateful for their company, as well as the well wishes of those who took time to wish me a happy birthday.
So . . . here’s to 23!