According to my life coach, Taylor Swift, 22 is supposed to be the year I feel “happy, free, confused and lonely, at the same time.”
Confused is pretty much the norm in your twenties, so..check. I’m still working on the first two and I’m trying not to have to deal with the last.
But, here’s the thing that Taylor Swift maybe didn’t consider – as happy as I am to be 22 and to be celebrating another year of my life, I’m also kind of sad.
I’m hyperaware that I just finished blowing out the candles on a birthday cake that for the first time wasn’t bought because my grandmother said so. I didn’t get to hear her sing Happy Birthday to me in two languages. I missed her.
Celebrating your birthday without someone you love because they died is hard. You go through the highs of being happy that you’re the center of celebration for a few days, but they’re immediately followed by the lows of knowing there’s someone missing.
I made wishes on three different birthday cakes this weekend, starting on Friday and right into Sunday. I’m okay sharing my wish because it already came true — I just wanted to make it out on the other side of the weekend feeling okay.
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