I turn 23 today. It seems like it's been forever since I had the philosophy that birthdays should be celebrated for a whole week. (Honestly, that whole idea didn't quite play out ever... unless it was someone's else birthday.) But I'm definitely feeling the whole adult life right now. I have a doctor's appointment this morning because I think I have cold or something. It's making a little hard to breathe (my lungs feel a bit wheezy and I can't seem to take a deep breath without coughing). It definitely could be worse.
My mom keeps reminding me that as a kid I would get myself so worked up and excited in the days leading up to my birthday parties I'd literally make myself sick. I remember a long, long time ago I had a dress-up birthday party (which was like a Halloween dress rehearsal I guess, but I think I might've had to have a different costume for the separate occasions, I don't really remember). What I do remember is right before my party, my costume wouldn't fit right or something and I was so tired I started crying. Yes, I was a difficult kid. Somethings I remember being difficult about because I wanted them perfect, I wasn't old enough to have the ability to execute it correctly, and my mother never could get it right. (Things like hairdo's and some other projects, they're stuff you have to do yourself--and sometimes fail to do--or you're never satisfied.) It's funny what we remember as children.
Even though I'm a little ill, don't feel too sorry for me. I've gotten wonderful presents already. And my wonderful dad made me a pound cake. Don't even think about asking me to share. (Okay, well maybe just a few pieces, if I must.)
Title: "Get Home" by Bastille
Labels: Adult Life, Birthday, Dante, Family, Music
