Happy Birthday to Me
I turn 29 today, and I’m giving myself the day off. Some people may not count this as an entry, but I do, and I will. All I’ve done this weekend is drink a lot, eat a lot of junk food, and play Batman. I even bought myself volume 1 of the Batman Animated Series TV show on iTunes. Batman Batman Batman. Happy birthday to me!
(Update: 08:58 PM) This has been the best weekend I’ve had in a long time, and it’s exactly because I allowed myself not to do my regularly scheduled tasks. I drank again and a lot. I ate shit, and I loved it. I didn’t write today, and I think everything will be better off from it.
I’m starting over. I’m wiping the slate clean and recreating my life. It’s time for me to realize how alone I am right now, and how freeing that is (except for my family, okay?). I can do whatever I want, and I can be who I know I can be. Everything happens for a reason, right? Then there’s a reason why my journey led me right here right now.
I needed to be uncaged. I needed to allow myself that to actually see the cage I locked myself inside of to finally feel how constricted a life that was. I’m not going to ruin my life; I’m better than that, and this journey has showed me that and proved that to me. I can be okay with not adhering so strictly to my overwhelming schedule and task list. Hell, it’s necessary that I do because I’d crack otherwise.
I turned 29 today. That means I have one year before my twenties end. I’m free to do whatever the hell I want. And that’s amazing.