It's My Birthday (woo)

Today I am 27 years old. I feel like I'm firmly in my late twenties now rather than my mid-twenties, and that realization kind of sucks.

This is my first birthday without having a Facebook account. Which means that the only people who called to wish me a happy birthday were my parents and two old people who attend the church where I work. I put it in the church newsletter, so that's how they knew. Otherwise, it's been a very quiet birthday.

I live far away from family, so my birthday was celebrated a few weeks ago while I was in town visiting them. We got Chinese food from a nicer restaurant and I had an ice cream cake from Dairy Queen. My mom took me shopping for new clothes (which I really needed since I've lost weight recently) and we rented a pontoon boat for an afternoon. I would have enjoyed going bowling or playing laser tag, but my brother didn't want to do that. I don't know why he had unilateral veto power, but he did.

My husband got me a pair of Doc Martin sandals that I've been moaning about all summer. I wore them to work today and no one was there to notice them. Then we had homemade nachos and in about an hour we're going to enjoy a thawed Pepperidge Farm coconut cake.

As the years pass, birthdays get less and less special. We all know this. But this year has felt, for some reason, particularly bitter. I think I'm finally reaching the age that getting older seems punishing. I'm really too young to feel like that, probably. But your late twenties are a special time. A time when you feel like you should have accomplished so much more by now. A time when you feel like you're too set in your ways to change. Anyway, I'm going to try to enjoy my youth for as long as I can and not get bogged down in the little details (like the wrinkles forming under my eyes).