On my first 28 years.

In case you didn't know, today is my birthday. I'm 28 years old. 28! There was a part of me that never thought I would see 25, much less where I am today. I find myself looking back, really having no idea how twelve years have passed since I got my driver's license and ten years have passed since I graduated high school. Where does it all go? It's crazy to think that 28 years ago today I came into this world. Wait… shouldn't this crisis be happening when I turn 30? Oh well, better early than never, is what I like to say!

I found some old scanned photos on my computer - here's a good one:

I was really, really stoked about that pumpkin, apparently. 

Birthdays make me happy, but in a way they also kind of bum me out. One thing I came to realize through years of trying too hard was that nobody gives a rat's ass about your birthday. You wanna go bowling, go to dinner? Have fun going by yourself, because nobody else wants to. Even if it's something fun like bowling, you'll inexplicably have people get "sick" at the last minute, and wind up in your living room alone with a pile of beer cans in your living room. Let's pretend that didn't actually happen. 

Last year, I got dragged out to the bar by my work boys, and you know what? I had a great time. I guess to me it just blows that nobody can genuinely care about someone else's day anymore. It's a Facebook post and that's it. Really? It's looking like the same thing is happening this year, and you know? A few beers, good people, and some pizza? This gal is not complaining.

Here's to 28 more.