March 11, 2011

• …for a minute, though, i couldn’t tell how to fall out……

  so, it’s my birthday.  27 years.  oh boy.  i still remember my 21st (yeah, that’s right.  i remember it.  i was with john and chris down at the millpond–and i got my nose pierced by a woman who, in retrospect, was probably 178 million percent Crazy (that’s right.  with a capital ‘c’).  those were pretty awesome times, lol.)

  

  and this is a pretty awesome time.  i’ve done some incredible freakin’ things in my 27 years shuffling on this mortal coil–some seriously awesome and some seriously silly things.  i’ve lived and studied theatre in nyc.  i’ve taken a wicked awesome cruise to mexico.  i’ve picked out a fake prada purse from a woman in a giant north face jacket on one corner in china town while a raid was happening on the next corner up.  (and i’ve been with someone who purchased a fake rolex in a popeye’s chicken )  i’ve worked as a behavioral therapist for autistic children.  i’ve started and run my own company.  i’ve lived in a hippie commune.  i’ve frightened cops (okay, okay…and been frightened by) cops on a boardwalk during a full moon at daytona beach.  i’ve had to be more of an adult than i ever hoped i’d have to be, and i’ve gotten to have more fun than anyone should be allowed to.

  all in all, i feel pretty ridiculously lucky to have experienced (and lived through) everything up to this point.

  but now, there’s the question i come to every year of my life:  what will make this year great?

  while sometimes the quickness with which i arrive at each new number makes me want to stop and catch my breath, i always love my birthday.  it’s so much better than january 1.  it’s not the start of a new year for the world.  it’s a start of a new year for my life.  what could be better than that?

  i can’t wait to look back next year.  i have a feeling year #27 is going to be the best one yet!

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