I woke up a day older.
You may have read my post last night about my birthday today and how I wasn’t excited about it….
well, I woke up and decided that I wasn’t going to be a little bitch about it…
instead of not caring that it’s my birthday, I instead have decided that from this point on in my life I’m going to look at each birthday as a new year to make improvements upon myself as a person.
And really, I was scared about every birthday after 21 up until today…
mainly because EVERYONE says that after you turn 21 there are no real big reasons to get excited about birthdays, and I really hated the idea of never being genuinely excited to add another year to my slate of life…
so now I’m just completely refreshed to have my own idea of how I’m not going to dread new birthdays after the 21 mark like everyone else….
I suggest you do the same.
And now, I can gladly say this…
I’m 22 and couldn’t feel better about my life, family, friends, and the direction I’m headed.