Last updated on December 28, 2010
I had this realization the other day that my perception of time/years/events are all a wee bit different than many people.
More specifically, different than about 11/12ths of the population (ie. the 11 months of birthdays that do not fall around Christmas/New Years by the way) because I measure time not always by the year—but instead by my age. I am a single age for the overwhelming majority of the year so significant events, new resolutions and goals – all of these are remembered by my age at the time.
Do other people do this? I’ve asked around and it seems a lot of people say:
“Oh, that happened back in ’92, I must have been, what, 19?”
But instead, I graduated high school the year I was 18, bought my first car, packed up, drove to college, and viscerally experienced the sweet and bitter taste of complete freedom for the first.
My dog died the year I was 21, I passported myself and then left the country on an Italian study-abroad, and I quit my job waiting tables completely and forever (memorable because I vowed never to do it again and haven’t had to yet!).
I moved to LA the year I was 22 (also the year of my college graduation) and the year I started believing in ghosts (my LA apartment was haunted—you had to be there to understand).
I was 24 the year of my quarter-life crisis, when I bought a plane ticket, sold everything, and flew to Australia. And then truly knew what absolute freedom felt like (and the twinges of loneliness occasionally accompanying it).
And today marks the end of my 26th year, and very nearly the end of 2010 as well!
Growing up I was always bitter about my birthday; it falls just three days after Christmas and three days before New Years Eve and that’s an awful lot of holiday action around a day celebrating me. ;-)
And while “getting shafted” might be a little harsh, it certainly felt like that as a child when all of my friends were stuck attending to their great Aunt Mary twice removed who “only comes into town once a year”.
Now though, the holidays serve to highlight my birthday (and make it hard to forget, honestly).
In fact, it’s as though the whole season is singing to me. All of the songs we hear this time of year, about the New Year to come, new beginnings, changes, resolutions?
“Another year over, and a new one just begun…”
I am tickled by the fact that the songs and sentiments really apply to me more-so than others – it makes this season feel, well, more personal in a way…
And so it is that I officially enter my late 20s today. Huzzah! I like the promise that 27 holds for me; a whole new 2011 and the possibilities are endless. I’m still plotting out my 2011 goals, I do still have three days after all. 27 is going to be epic.
I’m looking forward to my new year…if you’re into astrological readings (and I am a bit) this is a transition year for me in preparation for the good stuff that should role in the year I’m 28!
Anything significant/epic/fun happen the year you were 27? :-)