if 28 could talk

Today I reached the end of my twenties. I turned a beautifully odd 29 years old.

A year ago today, Trump stole my birthday. It’s hard to believe an entire year has passed since that pitiful excuse for a human was elected president. Trying to even recall all the things that have since happened this passed year feels impossible.

Truth is, I’ve always loved birthdays, my birthday in particular (duh). I like them because they offer a day of reflection. True, there are many other markers of change throughout the year, new years of all sorts, seasons, solar phenomenas…ideally every day should be a day to remember all that we have learned, and channel that into our best selves. But really, who has time for that?

So I take this day as an opportunity to remember a few lessons 28 taught me. Continue reading “if 28 could talk”