Birthday Bliss!

Today I turn 23 years old. That's right. 23. The magical age of...well...nothing. (Although, someone did tell me that turning 23 means that you can legally drink at work. Wait, wait! Do not bring alcohol to work tomorrow. He was joking. I hope.)

So here I am, basking in my 20s while I still can, and it seems like everyone I work with is noticing. I am the youngest person in my department, and I'm probably among the youngest employees in the whole flippin' company. So, I constantly field the "Do you remember so and so? Oh wait, you're far too young to remember that" question, to which I shake my head in fake shame and quietly mutter "Yes, well, I suppose you're far too old to know who the supercool Justin Bieber is." Today, my birthday, certainly kicked it up a notch. Everyone kept saying, "What are you, 18?", "How young are you now?", and "Oh, 23. I'd give ANYTHING to be 23 again." I guess the good news is that no one told me how awful their 23rd year of life was. It seems to be a pretty positive memory for most.

My mom always says that it's better to have a birthday than to experience the alternative. And I agree. Birthdays are the best! Everyone pays attention to you. 100 people you haven't spoken to in a year send you half-hearted Facebook birthday wishes to which you'll never reply. And there's cake! There's always cake! (And I do LOVE me some cake).

So, in honor of my 23rd year of life, here's a digital toast to the next 365 days. Who knows what they could hold. I'm looking forward to each and every one of them!