b-day
January 8th, 2006
Birthdays have that certain “another year passed and what have I got to show for it/where the hell am I going with my life” -vibe attached to them, the exact same as New Years. It helps of course if these two are tied in as close as mine.
Last year I didn’t remind anyone about my birthday, did nothing to celebrate it, and my ex boyfriend (who I had just split up with) was the only one who remembered it. Not a good birthday. I just wished it by.
On Thursday (the 12th) I will be 25 and I have to admit it feels scary. It’s the kind of age you thought by then you’d have it all figured out. Ah, no. What marks my 25 will be applying to do a second BA, changing careers and starting over in a sense. 25 for me is courage, because a part of me is scared I will never finish a degree or get a good job, not least because of this deeply ingrained childhood belief on creative professions: “art is nice to look at but not a real job”. So perhaps a better theme for this age would be throwing all that out of the window; Treat life as a surprise.
And to celebrate? Kaisa and I decided to join our forces (birthdays, hers was on 5th) and go out dancing on Friday.
P.S. Unpatiently waiting for this book to be released.
(other wishes, hint hint)