these last weeks of my 24th year have been restless and wreckless, marked by summer vacation-like long weekends, eating chocolate covered pretzels for breakfast, and a general feeling of anticipation.
during june i dreaded the inevitable approach of the quarter-century birthday. then i watched some movies, read some books, and had a few conversations and remembered that age doesn't mean diddly-doo. plus, i much prefer the odd-numbered years. so far 17, 19, 23--those have been the years in which i've really prospered. (or, i guess it could be the prime numbers that really do me well.)
in no way was 24 a "bad" year, (you want to talk about a bad year--see 22. must've been the double evens that had it out for me.) but following all the major of events of 23, well, it's like having to go on after ac/dc. you just can't top a scot-aussie named angus in schoolboy attire.
this year rolled along, sort of in a recover-take-it-all-in-observe-reflect-plan mode. and that has been well and good. although i'm pretty confident mr. hamilton leithauser was not singing about a birthday it fits:
i'm still living / at the old address / and i'm waiting on the weather / that i know will pass / i know that it's true / it's gonna be a good year / out of the darkness / and into the fire.
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