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Tomorrow is the day. Tomorrow it’s *takes a deep breath* my birthday. I am turning 26. And I hate it. As a kid and as a teen I loved celebrating my birthday. And even in my early twenties I liked the idea of adding another year to my life. But around my 23rd birthday that all started to change. All of a sudden I didn’t think it was so great anymore to get older. As a matter of fact, it wasn’t great at all. That was in 2010. Now it’s three years later, tomorrow I am turning 26, and I am not a very happy camper.
Twenty six. Ugh. That’s not old, of course not, but it’s not the number that scares me. It’s the realization that time goes by so fast. It seems only yesterday that I went to college in Louvain as a green 18-year-old. What if the jump from 26 to – oh help – 34 will go as fast as the one from 18 to 26? Not that life ends at 30, I know that. My parents (love you mommy and daddy) even say that the best is yet to come. But I love my life and I feel really good. I would do anything to hold on this this period in my life forever. I want to enjoy life and experience and see as many things as possible and even though I (hopefully) still have plenty of time to do all that, this annoying shit-this-is-all-going-way-too-fast feeling keeps on creeping up on me. No fun.
And of course I wouldn’t mind staying like this physically forever either. Toned, slim and fit. No wrinkles or sore muscles. All healthy and energetic. Yep, if I could I would hit pause right now and stay forever young. But I can’t. And there’s no pill that will give you eternal youth either. Nor can I live forever as a vampire (oh Eric, bite me…). God dammit, can’t a girl get a break?
What am I doing? This is ridiculous. No. I refuse to mope around on my birthday. There is no pause button and eternal life does not exist. So I gotta suck it up and live with it. I am turning 26 tomorrow. There. On to 27. I already got an amazing birthday present (a new camera!) from my sweet boyfriend, and tomorrow I’m going to pop a bottle of champagne and cook up something nice. Happy birthday to me? Meh, to hell with it, why not. I am going to make the best of it…!