A Quarter of a Century, Change
Every year people try to force me, (among other things like going out the night before Thanksgiving), to have a birthday party. This year, I managed to resist the invite for the former, and am sending my own invites for the latter. This year, there's no struggle. I've felt the weight and momentum of 25 coming up on me since about September. Why was I having a hard time with this birthday? Time passes, but for some reason this one was looming off in the wings -- a shadowy figure that seemed ominous somehow. Well, as I started to feel better about it, I decided to throw myself a party, er, get together. Drinks, maybe a late dinner. But I suppose party is the right word because in total I've invited about 30 people. If they all show, I think I'll freak out. But who knows? The end of the semester is a mere 2 days after my birthday, so hopefully that will stave away some of the people. I don't like big events with myself at the center of attention. But here I am, having scheduled my own party, with 30 potential attendees. Wish me luck, and here's to growing up.
