My Forever Birthday

This depicts my current feelings about birthdays

(with me, unfortunately, being the frowny-faced cherry).

Tomorrow is my day of birth, my 'completion of a full year', my 'anniversary'. I love birthdays. I love my family's, my friend's, my coworker's, and even stranger's birthdays. I don't discriminate. I even used to like mine.

But this year I'm supposed to be turning twenty-three.

(I say 'supposed to' because I have declared last year my 'forever birthday' so therefore I should be twenty-two forever, but no one - not even Morgan - has boughten into this idea, so I think I might have to abandon it.)

Don't get me wrong - I know 23 is not really that much different from 22 - I'll be doing the same things, living the same life - and more than likely loving every single minute - but still. I really like twenty-two. I don't know how it can be topped. Its' been pretty freakin awesome.

I mean I went to the Grand Canyon and Las Vegas with my besties when I was 22. I graduated college and drove across the country when I was 22. I had countless interviews and subsequent rejections when I was 22 - until of course I interviewed at the wondrous Federal Reserve and got a 'hey you're freakin sweet so come work for us' acceptance when I was 22. And then I moved out on my own, all alone, into a quaint one-bedroom apartamento and decorated it all handy-woman like when I was 22. I even owned my first couch, table, washer and dryer when I was 22! Most importantly, I fell deeply in love when I was 22.

Ya know, I would love for my 23 to beat my 22, that means I get all that awesome plus more, and I'm so down for that.

Right now though, on the eve of my twenty-third birthday, I'm enjoying being twenty-two a whole helluva lot. :)