Life At 24
It happens every year. Another 365 days pass, and that point in time comes back around that marks a new age.
Today is my birthday, and a golden one at that. My skin and bones have carried me through 23 years of life, and this morning I met 24.
24 on the 24th…that will only ever happen once a lifetime, and today is my day.
This is the first year that I actually do feel different on my birthday. It kind of scares me, because that means change is present. I’ve felt it creeping up, but it took a birthday to take a step back and dissect the current contents of my life. Some things I expected, but others I didn’t. There are certain people who aren’t as present in my life as they once were. I wish they could still be around, but maybe there’s a reason why now is not the right time, and it’s going to take some getting used to.
Friends, family, rooftops, coastlines, fields of gold, a still moment of nostalgia, memories that I can capture through a lens, music, and a journey. As long as I have that, I’m happy.
It’s weird growing up. You know that moment where you pause…everything else around nonexistent…and you’re not really sure exactly how got here, but you’re here? That’s where I am. Life does a time lapse, and when right now comes into focus, all I can think about is the open book in front of me.
I opened a card from my Grandma last night. It was filled with a little birthday check, and a message in her perfectly slanted script writing. Every year she sends me a little something, but when I opened up her card this year, I pushed aside the check. I was more interested in what she had to say before looking at the amount in the box. That simple little card made me really appreciate the people close to me who continue to support me and stand by my side as time goes on. You all are the essence of my life…the roots.
24 is fresh, and there’s so much for me to learn. I’m excited to celebrate it.
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