What 22 will bring

It's my birthday in a couple weeks, and I find it strange to think that I won't be 21 anymore.

21 is it. It's the furthest point I ever thought to growing up. I assumed that at this point, I would have it all together, and the rest of my life would kind of slowly unfold as it was meant to.

I may have even kind of believed that a year ago.

Even when I was celebrating at my pink and sock birthday that my awesome roommates threw me.

I had a pretty good time drinking strawberry rum and spelling lots of things.

I don't know if I aged 40 years or what since then, but I am SO glad that none of my friends are turning 21 this year!! Truly. It was lots of fun, but it was like every other weekend someone was celebrating their 21st. And craziness ensued.

I kind of feel like that's how the next decade of my life will feel like with weddings and baby showers.

This year I will be working all day on my birthday. I'm not even sure if I'll celebrate it or tell people (usually I make sure EVERYONE IN THE WORLD KNOWS at least a week before!) 

A nice cup of tea would work well, I think.

But perhaps I'll have myself one last, good hurrah in my 21st year.

And maybe that hurrah will be visiting kittens at the pet store and ordering a medium coffee instead of a small one.

Living large, folks!

Also, I am a big fan of Paloma Faith. And her hair.

IT'S FRIDAY!