June 8, 2014 by kmwelden
Yesterday I turned 23. I have spent every birthday for 22 years at the beach, so I was kind of at a loss to do when that wasn’t an option. It didn’t help that I was in quite the state from the previous night’s celebrations for CY graduation (I lost my shoes. Not quite sure how that happened), so I celebrated my birthday solo, in an extremely predictable KW manner.
I ordered Chinese, re-watched old Friday Night Lights episodes, screened my calls, didn’t leave my house once, and fell asleep at 8:30. I’m not as young as I used to be, y’all.
Thank you to everyone who called, wrote, sent smoke signals, facebooked, instagrammed, etc to wish me a happy birthday. The fact that I am so stupidly lucky to have people who care about me this much isn’t lost on me.
I spent the first full day of my 23rd year (today) waking up at 7am (without an alarm. Proof that I am officially a grandma, which is really just what I’ve been trying to be my whole life), going for a run, and drinking coffee whilst trying to straighten out my finances and pretend the fact that I’m technically unemployed until August 1 doesn’t scare the shit out of me.
So. Here’s to starting the year off on the right foot. I’m going to go out to breakfast and to Goodwill now, which are two of my favorite things. I guess my unemployment doesn’t technically start until tomorrow, anyway, because today is Sunday, and I wouldn’t be working anyway. So there. I just rationalized myself another day of irresponsibility. Thanks for your support.