Today is my half birthday! Birthdays and I have a love-hate relationship. When I was younger, my birthday was one of my favorite days of the year. It was a holiday I got to enjoy all for myself. Birthdays were always fun as a kid. I can’t remember a single year that I didn’t celebrate growing another year older with my closest friends and family.
But the more birthdays I had, the less I enjoyed them. Thinking of things to ask for got harder. My family, bless their hearts, would never accept “I don’t need anything,” as an answer for a birthday gift. And each year I was faced with the realization that getting older is inevitable. If you’ve seen me, you know I don’t look anything close to 30, or even 28-and-a-half for that matter. I’m still regularly ID-ed when I order a drink, or even sometimes when I buy tickets for a rated-R movie. People have been telling me all my life that not looking my age is a blessing and that I will be grateful about it when I’m older. But the older I get, the more I wish I was the age I actually look.
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