Do you guys have favorite numbers, or numbers that just randomly keep popping up in your life?
Mine is 22. There are many things that have happened to me on the 22nd of the month. My uncle died on the 22nd. My grandfather died on the 22nd. Johny Dillinger was both born and died on the 22nd. Goatboy and I broke up on the 22nd.
The 22nd of every month used to unnerve me. It was never a great day. Sometimes it wasn't horrible, but it was below normal.
November 30th, I turned 22. Beforehand, I was worried. I didn't want this year to be meh. Below normal. But the crazy thing is - this year has been pretty boss.
Take my birthday for example. Last year, celebrating my 21st, I rented a small yacht and had 20 of my friends and a Jack Sparrow impersonator party and dance as we sailed up and down the harbor. This year, my mom picked up a specially designed Ducks carrot cake (my favorite), my brother got me a couple of DVDs, and then me and my brother went to a Ducks game where we snapped a losing streak and won 4-1 over the Canadiens. It wasn't a huge birthday, I celebrated it with pretty much my family, and I didn't do anything too special. But it was perfect. My team won. My day was pretty good. And I didn't have to worry about friends having fun and a boyfriend remembering that yes, today was my birthday.
Since then? I've been happier. Much happier than I was at 21. It's like I'm owning 22, and it hasn't even been a month yet.
And now, I'm looking forward to the 22nd. I can't wait to see what every new day will bring. Because, for whatever reason, I know I'll be able to handle it.
Try and catch me now, 21!