“Laugh as much as you breathe and love as long as you live.”
Well…I started this post as a 26 year old… but it turned into an old lady rambling….
In complete fear of spell check horror, I write all my posts in word, then transfer to here, as if you care, however, while I was doing this, as usual, life got in the way, and I turned 27…
hmm.
27
really
I don’t feel any different.
I’m sure my hair still looks amazing, but still…I expected something… To be quite honest, I expected impending doom…let me explain.
My birthdays began on May 22, in 1982…and had a wonderful showing. Up until my 16th… You see, it was at this point, that in true ginger –form, I accepted the fabled Molly Ringwald curse and had a hideous 16th birthday. My own parents forgot my 16th birthday in order to attend a Barry Manilow concert.
I’ve said it before, but again, I hope I spelled that wrong. Ever since then, I have had pretty low-par birthdays. To name a few for example:
18- Graduated, however…graduation on stage was uncertain because of rumored alcohol consumption during dreadful senior prom…luckily, I graduated on stage, however…was close. Anxiety attack close.
19, &20 …the exact same boyfriend broke up with me both years…you would think I would catch on. He has since caught a horrible STD. The cosmos are still laughing.
21- working
22- ehhhhh. So bad, can’t even comment.
23- Moved to SoFla: in the end, not bad at all. However, at the time… 6 mo. preggers and in a car for 3 days, not happy…
24- stuck in a town full of crazy religious fanatics
26- crazy ex-bf sending angry texts my way & possible stalking…
so… 27…starting out pretty well…
If I were 15 and I was asked where I would be, or what I would be when I was 27, I’m positive my answer would not be remotely close to where I am today…
{ as much as I hate cliché statements, I am about to make one…}
My life is still a complete uphill battle…I was taught to succeed, and never taught that the path is going to be rocky as all get out…however. I love it. I love all of it. I an blessed with the most incredible gift, every waking day in the form of a mini-me, I have amazing friends, even the ones that aren’t here, have not left me without a smile, I am madly in love with my other half and finally, I have a family that has not left me alone, even when I wanted it….
So…I could complain that since the ripe young age of 16, I was doomed…and I have…
But we all know that my smile and my jokes are as big as my heart and as great as my hair.
Love you all. May this next year be as amazing as I have planned.
