I turn 28 this week. I'm still considering how I want to commemorate this occasion. It'd be a shame to waste it, this birthday on a Friday. I'll have to wait 7 more years for this occasion to come around again. On the other hand, I'm turning twenty eight. What does that even mean? Is it even any cause for celebration? It's this age, stuck between mid-twenties and 30. It's an age in limbo. It's an age plagued with "what the fuck am I doing with my life and how am I going to pay for grad school?" questions. Seriously, how do all of you people with MFAs deal with the fact you are probably at least 50k in debt for the next 30 years?
But, life is good. I'm making dances. I work for an organization that respects me. I'm starting grad school. I use the l-word on a daily basis and don't even flinch.
In other news, my favorite time of year is upon us.
I don't necessarily love celebrating the anniversary of this country so much, but I love the traditions of 4th of July: fireworks, hanging out in parks and on rooftops, beer, food cooked outside, people gathering, summertime ... It's amazing.
So, here's to celebrations, or something.
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