Does anyone else get emotional around their birthday?
For some reason, I start feeling way more emotional than usual a few days before my birthday. It’s a reflective time. It feels just like January: you start thinking about where you’ve been in the past year, who you’ve become, what you’ve accomplished. You start wondering what you can accomplish in the next year and what your big goals and dreams are.
I feel really lucky to be where I am today and to live this life. I’ve gotten through a tough health-related time. I’ve worked towards two degrees and created a career where I can write every day, which is pretty much my dream. I’ve started this blog and really enjoyed connecting with the blogging community. I have amazing friends, an awesome family, and I wake up every day excited and content.
Tomorrow I turn 27, but instead of wondering where the time went or feeling super old, I feel like this is the right age for me. There have been a few birthdays that I found a bit crazy to wrap my head around. I remember turning 16 and feeling like it was this huge deal and feeling really weird about it. Maybe because I had a love/hate relationship with high school (loved the academic part, hated the rest). Maybe because I wasn’t a typical teen and I didn’t have any of those experiences that you’ve supposed to have, at least according to the movies. I felt weird when I turned 25 too. It just seemed so official. Like I had to really figure out where I wanted to go and what I wanted to happen.
But turning 27 feels pretty good. I’m in a good place career and health wise. I’m having a lot of really fun celebrations, too. Last night I went to the Gilmore Guys live podcast here in Toronto with a good friend and it was absolutely hilarious/amazing/the best night ever. Tonight I’m going to a fave pub with my parents to eat my weight in french fries and steak and butter (I’m dairy-free but eat butter sometimes, for some reason it doesn’t bother me). Tomorrow, on my official birthday, I’m celebrating with a bunch of friends at my favorite bar in the city.
There’s always so much to look forward to, and I’m really grateful for that. There’s this scene in the season six premiere of Dawson’s Creek which I really love and think about a lot (yup, 90s TV addict right here). Joey is thinking about her summer and her upcoming school year and she realizes that she doesn’t know what’s going to happen to her. But she’s okay with that. Because the best part about life? That you can’t predict the future. And that’s what makes it so exciting and so beautiful.