32.
32 quick thoughts on my birthday
I am 32
Or my body is, anyway
My soul is much older
And maybe wiser, but maybe not
Because I’m learning that my body is very wise
I am the age where I forget my age
How many years I have and what year we're in
'22 so I'm 32
Because I am almost always the age of a decade
Born in '90 — nice and round — a definitive Millennial
I am of the age of being a digital native
I belong to the youngest generation who is able to remember life before the internet, Harry Potter, Columbine, Y2K, Bush, 9/11, Columbia, Facebook, and Nipplegate
I am an age my brother never got to be
He was gone before we had internet
Sometimes my birthday is on Presidents Day, also Washington’s birthday, so that’s convenient
I’m going to see Hamilton at the live theater this week
The show makes me think about legacy and creativity and time
32 holds at least a wedding and a birth that grow my chosen family
This is my 3rd birthday in a pandemic
We were celebrating at a tea party when we joked I would remember the pandemic by my 30th birthday
I remember my 30th birthday by the pandemic instead
Since then, I’ve enjoyed a tea party every year for my birthday, only it’s just me and my closest friend these days
The collective trauma our bodies remember is invited to all my birthday parties now, I guess
30 is the February I bought the real pajama set I essentially lived in that first year
31 is the February that was a catalyst for sea change
32 is the February I am even more intentional about healing
Maybe 33 is the February I don't take myself so seriously
(I doubt it)
32 is when I make more soulful and embodied decisions
And when I reclaim creative expression and my voice
And when I live with more integrity and alignment than ever
'Cause I know it goes fast.
Enjoying 🫖 & 🍰 today,
