Thursday, July 24, 2014
I've never been a big fan of birthdays. As much as you'd think I like putting myself on display on here, I'm not a fan of all the attention. Maybe it can be traced back to when I failed my drivers test at sixteen (trivial), or when my Nonna's funeral was on my twenty-first (devastating). Ever since, my birthday would bring about memories of the past, memories that weren't worthy of celebrating.
But as I've gotten older, I've realized that maybe it's not about celebrating the day you were born, but celebrating that you are lucky enough to have another year ahead. I feel fortunate enough to have another year to cram in everything I possibly can in this thing we call life.
And cram it in I will...