I turned 23. Twenty-three!
I’ve been called “oldie” and “old-timer” several times already.
Do you see the twenty-three-ness radiating from my skin, gushing out of my every pore? Dancing off the walls, bouncing around the room, flooding the air with the wisdom, maturity, confidence, self-assuredness that only comes with being 23, and not a year younger?
It’s okay, I don’t see it either.
I’m as wise, mature, confident and self-assured as I was when I was 22.
One of my closest friends here has her birthday 2 days after mine, so we’ve got some very interesting adventures planned up for the week.
I will let you know how those go after they’ve went. Be back soon!