Twenty nine years today.

I spent twenty five of them thinking I was one way

only to find in the last four, I’m whoever I want to be.

That is awesome

and terrifying,

all in the same shaken bottle inside me.

 

Which makes me feel stuck.

Stuck in time

Stuck in place

Stuck like Andrew Largeman at a party.

Here, everyone around me shuffles around, spurting their shit without thought

planning trips to Cabo, buying new SUV’s, and making memories with alcohol

I can’t tell if they’re running from meaning,

or chasing it.

I can’t even tell if it fucking matters.

 

Here I am at Twenty nine.

Another year older

Another year with days filled with wonder and excitement of a new sunrise,

but also a few days with a hunger that there has got to be something better

 

Happy Birthday Douchebag!

The clock is still ticking.

Everyone is making their moves,

What’s yours?