sentimentality

So it’s offical – I’ve existed for two decades now.
And even though I’ve already mentioned this about 5,000 times in the past week, I feel the need to elaborate further and truly explore what it means to be this new and matured age of twenty years old. 

I really think that birthdays should be a fresh start.  Why do we put all the pressure on New Year’s for resolutions and losing weight and quitting smoking and going to the gym? It’s too much for one day to handle the billions of people who want to start over just because the calendar day changes to 01/01. 

So my theory is that everyone should use their birthday as their own personal new year’s day, to rejuvenate and refresh – to look back on the year past (or just as quickly look forward to forgetting that one and starting a new one) and think about the things to come.  Putting it on your own date of birth adds a bit of personality to it too.  Plus, I think it has the potential to be extremely trendy.  No one wants to hear about another New Year’s resolution.  But a birthday resolution? Now that sounds interesting.

So here’s my birthday resolution.  In my twentieth year I resolve to:

• solve world hunger (who said some of these can’t be lofty)
• actually just do my part in helping to solve world hunger and poverty
• make a kickass travel journal when I study abroad in Ireland (and a kickass scrapbook to accompany it upon return)
• take some fabulous pictures (with my hopefully new digital camera)
• eat a bit better, exercise a bit better, drink a bit more water, get a bit more healthy
• become too much of a hipster for my own good
• write at least one short story a month
• listen to brand new up and coming music and also find some oldies to appreciate (see “hipster” above)
• read, read, read – new stuff, old stuff, classics, biographies, inspirations <- goodreads.com

 Okay that’s enough for the resolutions – there’s only so much a girl can handle.

In real life news, the girls threw a party for me on Friday night which was really nice, considering I was almost convinced everyone had forgotten about it.  And then we lost to BC, but because it was my birthday we decided to put up a fight instead of just let them walk all over us like the last home game.

Time to go bog down my brain with British Literature – oh that Dryden, what a character.

Love.