I don't remember what else happened between my last post and now. I'm going to go with: it was really important.
I do remember that two days ago, I turned 27. I would say that I don't really feel older, but the truth is, I do feel older. More than anything else, this is attributed to the fact that a few weeks ago I started school again. And I don't mean grad school. I AM STILL WORKING ON A BACHELOR'S PEOPLE! It is truly amazing how being in class with Freshmen and Sophomores in college draws my attention to the reality that is age. Maybe the more appropriate reality my attention is being drawn to is the reality that is time. It is remarkable how many life experiences we have in a year or two (or 8 if we want to get picky about the age difference between myself and the college freshmen). The last year of my life has been the craziest, most wonderful, most life changing, most difficult, most depressing, most enjoyable year yet. It is impossible for me to adequately relate the dichotomy of feelings that I am constantly experiencing, but I like to think that it is that tension that creates drive, creativity, and interest within me. Within all of us, really.
So, self, happy belated birthday! A toast to a great 28th year.