Last week, I embarked on my 27th spin around that great ol’ ball of fire. The day went by like a gentle whisper, starting with a brunch at Kerbey Lane Cafe with K and then strolling around Laguna Gloria before popping in a free lettering workshop and heading home for a movie on the couch with our pups. While I have nothing against big birthday celebrations and in fact enjoy them occasionally, I generally have a preference of welcoming a new age by reminiscing on the previous one. I’ve spent the last few birthdays clacking away at my keyboard and reliving the most memorable moments of the year past. This time, it took me a little more than a week to get through age 26.
1 birthday card
1 Remember When, 1989 KardLet
1 natural dark chocolate with raspberries bar
1 note of a wine-and-painting date reservation
1 action figure of Ripley from Alien
2 coupons for a full body massage
2 magnets describing the bright and dark side to a Scorpio
So, what’s it like, having had existed for almost exactly 24 years? I’ve lived, roamed a bit, on this planet while it made 24 orbits around the sun.
And what have I learned? (If anything)