Today is my birthday. I am now 28 years old.
And ten years ago I was turning 18, running off to the bars in Hull and having a great time with my friends. It was goodbye fake IDs (in Quebec) and hello all night dancing. But even then I said to myself, ‘Eighteen? Man, I’m getting older.’
But today I don’t feel older. I feel like myself, same as yesterday with a pinch more experience, and while there are a few lines on my face that weren’t there ten years ago, getting older is welcomed, very welcomed. Every birthday is a gift.
Anyhow today I’m 28 years old, which is still very young and still oh-so-fresh, and hopefully that feeling never fades. I look forward to many more birthdays and many more breakfasts in beds and many more outings with all night dancing.
🙂 So that’s good news. More good news – my bandages are coming off. Okay, honestly I’m scared for this. Scared to have the sticky sides pull against my skin – scared at the idea that it might reopen my healing scar – scared at what I’ll see after the coverings have been removed.
It’s a big day in more ways than one. A big day for me.