I knew something was wrong from the moment my bare feet touched the ground this morning.
I climbed out of bed with a slight groan here, a subtle pop there. A shifting of something inside my spine that probably shouldn’t be shifting. I looked around waiting for my brain to slowly finish its reboot for another day and then realized……
I’m one year older!
So I just turned 25 today….plus or minus 8 years….and would like to say that I don’t feel any different.
Sitting here now, my back is reminding me of the nasty fall I had climbing a few years ago and even my hernia that I received exactly 3 years ago today (courtesy of my first skydive) is tingling. For some reason when I am sleeping on the ground, or trekking up some unnamed hill, all of these ailments disappear…..my conclusion is that staying indoors makes you old.
Birthdays have always been special to me. Anyone that can survive another year on this insane planet deserves to get a cake and eat it too. I thank God for letting me see 33 of them, I’ve been given enough second chances to upset the whole system.
Lyndsey made a big deal out of my birthday by inviting loads of friends, both old and new, over for a surprise cookout. It was fantastic, and despite it being a work/school night, we partied like it was the last birthday for any of us. Ever.