I personally love my birthday. There is a possibility that it is because I love attention and my birthday is the only holiday that is all about me! I was lucky last year. My birthday fell on Mardi Gras, so that holiday became all about me as well.
I also love being numerically farther from the time in life when we were considered naive and foolish. There is just as much a stigma to be 22 as there is to hit 30. Young 20 Somethings are often given the “Oh Honey” treatment. (I hope you all have seen that episode of How I Met Your Mother and get the reference. It was the Katy Perry episode. Preview here. ) We are right out of college and still starry eyed. Our dreams are still a possibility in our alcohol drenched brains. And everyone who is just a year older, knows that very soon all of that will likely come crashing down around us.
I feel like 24 is the perfect number in 20 Something world. It’s almost like we are real grown ups now. (I said almost, give me a break.) I feel like every year older I get the less people underestimate my abilities in the real world. Being underestimated is a huge pet peeve of mine. If falls somewhere between bad drivers and people speaking slowly. Somehow, in my head, getting older will help ease the frequency I am underestimated.
So as of today I am a content 24 year old. And I will be celebrating with wine and friends, exactly how a 20 Something Post Grad should. Cheers!