| | Every year on my birthday, I always do an unhealthy tally of things that I didn't have to deal with the year before. When I was 25, I got my first gray hair. At 26, my alcohol tolerance plummeted. At 27, that one gray hair decided to multiply to a point where I have too many to count. At 28, those fine lines at the corners of my eyes started showing up. In anticipation of my 29th birthday, my right shoulder has decided to start hurting inexplicably. I swear, if my boobs start sagging next year, I'm done.
But on the other hand, birthdays are also great for tallying all the strengths that I couldn't have claimed the year before. In this last year, I was able to give love another chance after having had my heart torn to shreds. I was able to bounce back even after that new chance proved to be disappointing as well. I went through my first stab at the academic job market and didn't let it destroy me. I taught my first upper division class, as well as my first lecture class of 200 students. I submitted an article for publication. I discovered that I'm a very effective public speaker. I discovered that I'm quite talented at political organizing. I had the joy of witnessing friends get married, start jobs, and start families. I witnessed my baby brother become a grown-up (almost). I learned to appreciate my parents in a way I never have before.
So yes, year 29, bring it on.
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| | Posted 11/6/2009 12:25 PM - 33 Views - 10 eProps - 5 comments
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