Pin the Tail on the Donkey (or Ass)

My birthday totally snuck up behind me and shouted "BOO!", startling the hell out of me. Not scaring, mind you, just startling. Birthdays should never be a scary thing, and I like the idea that its my last year in my 20's...its kind of a nice little opportuinty to wrap up the decade. I do think, however, that birthdays should never shout "BOO!" at you; it's just not very nice and I almost wet my pants. I mean, I just saw my birthday the other day! There's no way it could've been another year. I think my birthday might be cheating...maybe it's got some calendar months up its sleeve...you know, that old fuck with time trick.

But on this day, I decided to look inward and what I've found amidst the veggie curry and wasabi peas of yesterday is that I'm happy. Sure, there are the occasional crise-du-jours, as my brother used to call it, and every day and moment is not perfect, but I'm happy with who I find myself becoming and that's something I never ever would have imagined myself saying in my wildest hopes and dreams. I'm so very proud of that growth; its a beautiful source of strength for the not-so-happy moments.

I like 29. It's going to be a great year, even if my birthday just taped a kick-me sign to my back and put my bra in the freezer at the slumber party because I was the first to fall asleep.