I think turning 23 is the birthday that I have thought about the most. I’ve dreaded it. I’ve looked forward to it. I’ve imagined it for far too long. What would it be like to be 23? Even though I think you feel about the same, no matter what age you are. Yes, sometimes you feel old, and sometimes you feel young; but I feel about the same today as I did yesterday.
A few years ago my friend Zack was turning 23. And it hit me that Blink 182 once said that nobody likes you when you’re 23. I found that to be hilarious, and it became a running joke for me about anyone who was 23. So maybe I thought that nobody would like me when I was 23.
Today, I turned 23. And it also happens to be my golden birthday, because I was born on the 23rd. My best friend sent me on a scavenger hunt that ended in a surprise party at one of my favorite lakes. I don’t think anyone has actually put this much effort into a birthday for me. I am so grateful, and I feel so loved. But instead of going out tonight and doing something crazy, I was just tired.
I came back to my temporary home (more on that later), and I took a bath. I’m going to sleep after I finish writing this, and it’s barely 10pm. I am getting older. That’s what 23 has taught me so far.
But you know what? I like me when I’m 23. And I know a lot of other people who do. I’m going to Ireland when I’m 23. I’m going to get my first real apartment when I’m 23. I’m going to run more, eat less, and write as if my life depended on it. I’m going to put myself out there when I’m 23, both in my writing career and in my personal life. I’m going to take care of myself when I’m 23. It’s time to be a real adult. So I’m going to grow up when I’m 23. I think this is going to be the best year yet.