Tomorrow is my birthday, and although March seems pretty far into the year, it is a perfect time for me to officially establish my hopes and dreams and desires and personality makeovers. Overall, 21 was fun. And stressful. And sometimes troublesome. And academically rewarding. I learned how to scream. I learned how to be selfish in a way that a 21 year old
girl woman going into the world should be selfish. I learned when to say “too much” and when to take on more. It’s cliched, but I started to feel very comfortable with myself.
22, on the other hand, seems daunting. For one I’m graduating and the writing world generally isn’t a place where you walk out of graduation and find yourself in a comfy office with an oversized computer screen. Plus there’s the whole notion of student loans. To say I’m a ball of stress would be a small understatement. 21, to me, felt like a cute year. 22 feels like I’m wading out into the pool of young professionalisn and the era of “the 20-something.” I want to embrace it, but at the same time I want to hide, preferably in a place where they serve espresso martinis and creative brunch selections.
On a happier note. I did get some gifts already!
Mom and Dad:
The usual Ben Franklin and a touching card. It reads:
For a terrific daughter.
If today you’re feeling happy,
If your heart is filled with love,
If you find that you are smiling,
All day through …
Then you might have some idea,
Just a hint of how it feels
To have a daughter who’s
As dear as you.
Plans for the money: Brunch at Leunigs, the fancy and expensive French Bistro down the street. A macro/micro camera phone lense. Perhaps my first pricey perfume.
My dear gal pals who graduated this past year came to visit and crash on my super swanky futon. We caught up on gossip and I got to hear about their adventures. They have a new business in the making (please check them out) centered around event planning and catering. They went above and beyond and brought me a gift, which is clearly a sign of their good taste and presentation abilities! To my surprise I received mead, 2 bars of organic chocolate tied with a cute string, and a lovely card.
I don’t think the stress of this year will go away for a very long time, but I’m taking it in stride. And who can be 100% dour with chocolate, honey wine, and play money 😉