you're not 21, you can't get in
So today is/was my 22nd birthday. I feel old. This was the most anticlimactic birthday ever. I think this is the first year that my birthday really is just another day. I've lost that birthday glow that I had the past 20 years (I doubt I was smiling on the day of my actual birth). It doesn't help that it's a Tuesday, I had to work all day, and it didn't feel like mid-December weather...until I got a decent birthday snow this afternoon! I had a little party on Saturday, and it didn't feel like my birthday because it wasn't.
With 45 minutes left of my birthday (though I was born at 6:38pm, so technically I have another day), let me ruminate on the past year. This time last year, I was finishing up my internship at VH1, graduating early from NYU, and starting my first legitimate adult relationship. I also tasted alcohol for the first time, and hated it, but still searched for a drink I could stomach a few more times. Turns out I wasn't missing anything. My first couple months of 21-dom were spent trying to find a job and/or internship, and catering to my now-ex's schedule. Then I got an internship at a post house and did some part time logging for everyone's favorite show, "The Real Housewives of Atlanta." My internship trained me for and promised me a job, but that fell through, and I was crushed. For about 2 weeks, I had no clue what I was going to do or how I was going to make a living, having been months since graduation. Then, I randomly got a call to do freelance assistant editing at the place that I work at now. They offered me a full time position, and I've been working there ever since. Around that time, the boy and I parted ways. Really all I've been up to since then is work. I went to California for a few days with Omar to visit Garrett, but it wasn't the relaxing road trip vacay we planned on. I signed up and took a UCB Improv class, which was amazing, and I can't wait to take 201. That's probably the best thing I did all year, for myself at least.
Oh look, I got distracted and it's no longer my birthday (according to everyone but my mom). I still feel old. 22 is up there! I can't be cute and cuddly anymore. I have to be tough and confident.
I have to grab this year by the balls and make it a great one.
With 45 minutes left of my birthday (though I was born at 6:38pm, so technically I have another day), let me ruminate on the past year. This time last year, I was finishing up my internship at VH1, graduating early from NYU, and starting my first legitimate adult relationship. I also tasted alcohol for the first time, and hated it, but still searched for a drink I could stomach a few more times. Turns out I wasn't missing anything. My first couple months of 21-dom were spent trying to find a job and/or internship, and catering to my now-ex's schedule. Then I got an internship at a post house and did some part time logging for everyone's favorite show, "The Real Housewives of Atlanta." My internship trained me for and promised me a job, but that fell through, and I was crushed. For about 2 weeks, I had no clue what I was going to do or how I was going to make a living, having been months since graduation. Then, I randomly got a call to do freelance assistant editing at the place that I work at now. They offered me a full time position, and I've been working there ever since. Around that time, the boy and I parted ways. Really all I've been up to since then is work. I went to California for a few days with Omar to visit Garrett, but it wasn't the relaxing road trip vacay we planned on. I signed up and took a UCB Improv class, which was amazing, and I can't wait to take 201. That's probably the best thing I did all year, for myself at least.
Oh look, I got distracted and it's no longer my birthday (according to everyone but my mom). I still feel old. 22 is up there! I can't be cute and cuddly anymore. I have to be tough and confident.
I have to grab this year by the balls and make it a great one.