What’s the opposite not being dead? Oh yeah—getting older. Today is my 24th birthday.
I’ve never been a big fan of New Years Eve; for me, birthdays offer a way more personal way of looking at your life and kicking its ass a little, stretching what doesn’t fit anymore and seeing what you can’t do to make some changes. Today, I’m saying it out loud: there’s nothing we can’t do, no change we can’t affect. To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield—all that stuff, you know?
Maybe this renewed Gryffindor spirit is a result of getting ready for my Big Big Move: for those of you who don’t know, I’m heading out west in a scant 5 weeks to break me off a piece of some poetry MFA at Arizona State. Turning 24 here—in a place that has seen me grow from an idiot-child of an 18 into…well, whatever I am as I aim for what comes next—has special significance, I think. But that might just be the Sharpie fumes as I start packing up my life into a series of differently-sized cardboard boxes.
So, what I’m trying to say is—I’m back! With a renewed sense of self after all the Awful that was March and April, I am back, committed to more thoroughly inhabiting this life, while its still got the steam left to carry me.
