about impending birthdays

My 22nd year was a pretty momentous one: Graduated from college, worked 2 pretty amazing theatre jobs, met a whole lot of wonderful people, met one extra special wonderful person who, for whatever reason, is flying halfway across the country to spend 6 days with me, and moved to my favorite city in the world, Chicago. Half of me is staring 23 in the face saying, "Bring it, 23! I'm ready for whatever awesome things you have to throw me!" And the other half is fearing that 23 could bring me a whole lot of nothing: no jobs, no drive, no money.....eeeek. And then I stop. And I think. Even if 23 would suck, I'm a lucky, lucky girl. I have a group of stunning, beautiful, talented, hilarious friends who keep me smiling and laughing all day every day. I have an incredible family who will be there in good times and in bad, supported every decision I make. I live in a city that I adore with or without money to spend. There's a man in my life who makes me smile with every text message, skype date, and phone call we long-distancely share (and may I repeat, he's spending 6 days with me this week?!) So, ipso facto, even if times are bad, they're pretty fucking good. I am happy and grateful for life, happiness, family, friends, wine, food, Chicago, and above all the love I have for all of these treasures. Happy Valentine's Day.