For the longest time, it had always bugged me that on birthdays, people would always ask how it feels to turn the age I'm turning. You're 21 today?! How does it feel? Do you feel any different? Well, yes, as a matter of fact, I did turn another year older, but no, there is no marked difference between who I was before and who I was after the clock struck midnight on the 11th of November.
This year however, my response was a little less prickly. There was no massive change that delineated my earlier years from where I am now. However, rather than preoccupy myself with determining pivotal, life-altering points in my life, all I could think about was how lucky I am.
21 years on this Earth, and I am still standing. 21 years on this Earth, and I have gotten past every problem that I thought would lead to my demise (dramatic, I know, sue me). 21 years on this Earth, and I have stumbled into some kind of wonderful.
And on my 21st year on this Earth, I got to celebrate with some of the greatest people I have come to know.
