Birthday Blues.
I love my birthday. I always have. Here’s the thing, though… This year was so crazy that I don’t really think I enjoyed one moment of being 22. Well, maybe a couple of moments. But still, 22 was such a momentous year with graduating from college, buying my new car and finding a full-time job (that I actually love) that I think I have finally become a grownup. And you know what? That sucks. 23 must be the new quarter-life crisis…. I am not even waiting for 25. I just want to get my depression out of the way. I mean, I have friends getting married, moving, in law school…. We are all growing up. It’s insane to think that just 10 years ago I was going into 8th grade and Nsync was cool. Now I am working a full-time job and the Jonas Brothers are “in”. What’s wrong with me?
I remember last year saying that 22 was going to be so much better than 21. I don’t know if it was. I remember saying that right after my grandpa’s funeral that was this time last year. yeah, my grandpa’s funeral was the day before my birthday last year and I was forced to have my party on the 7th as scheduled. (as a sidenote– my grandparents aniversary was also my birthday). So yes, in that respect 22 was better than 21. I just wish I could grow up with all the perks and none of the bills. I think that’s what’s pissing me off. I got all my student loan stuff just now and I am forced to live on a budget. I can’t just go to Puerto Rico because I have all these bills to pay. It sucks.
I can’t let some bills ruin the day of my birth, though. I am going to go to work tomorrow with a smile and some cupcakes and have a wonderful day. I think I may even go to Chuck E Cheese since I am a nanny and I watch 2 year old twins and I really want to play some DDR. Haha. I guess being a grownup isnt all bad. 
