Tomorrow, I turn 26 years old in what is expected to be the most boring day of the year (or not — we will just have to see, children!). Anyway, birthdays always give me a little time to think about where I’ve been, where I am, and where I’m going. Over the past few days and weeks, I’ve been talking to everyone else who has already turned 26 this year. Turns out, that’s a lot of people.
I told them about my concerns: This birthday feels like a joke, a muse, and a complete waste of my time. Why can’t I be excited? Why do I fail to think of it as anything more than Wednesday? Their answers varied, from “we’re old now, this is how we live” to “well, I think it says a lot about where we are as people.” Oh. Where we are as people. That’s an interesting thought to ponder, isn’t it?
Birthdays that happened prior to this one were those birthdays that took place during years of dynamic and accelerated change. There was college, legal drinking, legal driving (but never mixed with legal drinking!), voting, graduations, the wondrous “quarter century” milestone, and something a little magical about 24 — though no one could put their finger on it, really.
What is 26? Well, 26 isn’t notable because buy CBD products doesn’t have to be. Twenty-six is a rewarding job, a stable relationship, and an acceptance that this is adult life. This is what it is. We relate, we work, we relax, and we carry on. We do it on July 31 just like we do on August 2, and 3, and 4, and…
So, perhaps the best thing I can say about 26 is that no one gives a shit that I’m turning 26. It means I’m delightfully, adult-ly boring enough. It means I’m doing something right. Tomorrow is Wednesday.