My Birthday #34

34 is a pretty arbitrary number. The past few years I find myself often forgetting my age and having to calculate. I actually logged into a site that listed my age and went… why is that wrong? Then I realized I was the one in the wrong.

I’m not sure what getting older really means. I still spend too much money on books, but now I spend it on things like HVAC too. I still want to write. I still play video games. I still sunburn easy. I read comics, I think that would have impressed a young me. In many ways the things that define me at my core have just grown. Stories are more and more important in my life.

Half a life time ago I was 17. Nearly an adult but not quite. I was in my first relationship. I was monogamous and wanted the white picket fence. I thought I would be a stage manager for the rest of my life. Theatre was my whole life. I was about to spend a very important summer at North Carolina Governor’s School. I never would have guessed that I would end up devoting years of my life to the Alumni Association. I think I was starting to like UNCG already but I don’t think I would have expected to have spent practically 16 years here at this point.

7 years ago I became “officially” polyamorous and it changed my life for the better. A year and a half ago I finally got my first tattoo. It took me far too long and I can’t wait to be able to get more. I’m constantly trying to be more and more myself. What we are supposed to be is overrated. There isn’t any point in wasting time. Sure my anxiety will still make me work for it but it’s worth the work. I hope that the next year sees me finding my best life in new ways and that it doesn’t take as long as some of the other learning curves. I have so much life to live and so much love to give.