So, I am soon to be turning 21; and by soon I mean two more months. The thought of actually being a fully fledged-legal to drink adult, scares the crap out of me!Â
Every year I age, I become more worried about my future. I mean — what am I going to do career-wise? Where am I going to live? Oh and don’t get me started on: filing taxes (with their various types), social security, retirement fund, mortgage, groceries, phone bill, property bill, water bill, garbage bill (that doesn’t even make sense!!!), credit cards (the devil in disguise), health insurance, car insurance, home insurance, life insurance and even my WILL!!!!
*Hyperventilating*
Anyhow, there is always one good thing that comes with turning a year older to wrinkles and adult stress: birthday presents.
Eight years ago, I had written birthday letters to my future self along with how I hoped to be celebrating. For my 21st birthday, little me wanted to watch a drag show. Welp, that is what I have plans to do.
Since I never did anything other than go out to eat at a buffet, the hope to really celebrate with my family touches the deepest darkest corners of my heart. While some would say birthdays are meant to just be celebrated with those who care about you (or it’s just a number) nothing special — I say sure, but screw that.Â
Birthdays are more than who you are with, it’s about doing what you want to do. If you want to celebrate indoors with loved ones, then so be it. But if you want to get wild, while checking a few things off your bucket list, then fuck it!
I want to see a drag show; get crazy and down with the music, the dancing, the celebration of being different and representing those who are unique in every way.Â
I want this year, my coming of age, to be different and special. I want my 21st to mean more than a buffet; I want to fulfill my little self’s wish of seeing a show.Â
Moral of this story, we are all getting a year older. Some of us may already be dealing with bills, wrinkles, and adult stress. Yet, birthdays should be hyped and celebrated because next year — we don’t know what’s to come.Â