Guess what? It’s my birthday!! I’m 28…or at least will be at 5:43pm, Central Time. So have a drink for me, I’ll be at work! You know when you were in the third grade and took treats in to class to celebrate your birthday? (Mine was always a random day during the year since I had a summer birthday, but work with me here.) Well, since I’m working, I figured I might as well take in some cupcakes to work…I say I bake, but the people at work have only seen evidence of this once. (When I was, um, sampling cake for the wedding cake I made…)
So why not tell the world it’s your birthday by bringing them cupcakes? Nurses like to eat, why not. And chocolate chip cupcakes with chocolate chip frosting are hard to turn down. Or at least, they better be hard to turn down or I’m going to have to eat thirty cupcakes by myself. (Don’t test me I might do it.)
So, it’s my birthday, and being 28 clearly means that I’m much older and wiser than I was just hours ago. In my old age (uhh…I still look 17…), I figured I could impart some wisdom that I’ve learned over the past year-ish. Or at least pretend to be philosophical or something like that. So here we go, things I’ve learned in the past year-ish at the grand age of 27.
you don’t have to run…you get to run
In the past few months, I’ve thought about how it’s kind of odd that people say they have to do certain things. In reality, you don’t really have to do most things. You should probably go to work, pay your rent, and do other things of the like. But outside of that, the rest is fairly up to you. You don’t have to meet your friends for drinks if you’re tired…you don’t even have to drink at all if you don’t want to! That four mile recovery run that you think is going to make or break your training? You don’t have to do it. For the most part, you can choose what you want to do…my back injury lasted for about hour months, and every time I heard someone say, “I have to do my _____” (insert: tempo run, long run, recovery run, etc) with a whiny voice, I wanted to slap them upside the head and tell them I’d give anything to do their mile repeats for them.
Because I don’t have to run today. You get to run today. That’s something I’ve especially learned in the past two weeks since getting back to run. I run through the park with a smile on my face because I get to run. Not that I really took running for granted before, but having it taken away from me for an indefinite period of time made me realize how lucky I am when I am able to run.
i have some awesome friends
Fact: I’ve never been popular, and I’ve always thought it better to have five best friends rather than fifty acquaintences. Why? Because when you’re on vacation, you get a text message from one of your best friends saying that she misses you being on gchat. Or your neighbor tweets you to say that she wants you to come back so you can go to the (new, right next door to us) bar with her. That same neighbor who you’ve deemed your #solemate (pun intended, woohoo)…who will have breakfast with you after night shift (I am in fine shape after night shift, haha) in order to split pancakes and an omelet…at 8am on a Saturday.
You know those friends who you don’t even have to go through the “Hi, how are you, how was your day?” thing and instead they just sit across from you and say, “So, tell me all about it” and they know exactly what’s going on? I moved to NYC not knowing anyone, and in the past year I’ve been lucky to find these types of friends.
you are in control of what you want to do
This somewhat plays off of the last two things I said…you can choose what you want to do, and you’re in control of whatever you want to do. Moving to a new city taught me that in order to make friends….you actually have to try. While blogging and twitter has certainly been a huge help in this endeavor (if I’ve never told you the story about two times I’ve been to a bar by myself…let me buy you a drink and tell you about them…), it still required asking people to run, or go to a Mets game, or to get a drink. Shockingly enough, most people are excited when you ask them to do something, especially if it involves “drinks” or “brunch”…or, if you’re in my circle of friends, a run to either of those activities.
Jocelyn is one of my favorite people who I’ve met over the past year (thank you, Nuun, for bringing us all the way to Seattle to meet even though she lives forty blocks away…). Jocelyn is always up for pretty much anything, and she just does what she wants. Stay turned for our video series. (We’re still doing that, right? Please say yes, untapped talent here…) Because why not?
Yesterday I finally cleaned out my refrigerator. I’d been putting it off for week and found things that probably should have been thrown out months ago. You know what? It took about fifteen minutes (less than the time it took to bake one batch of cupcakes!), and it looks so much better. Washing dishes? I’ll put a song on to help pass the time, and I don’t even finish the song by the time I’m done. Let’s just get on with it, okay?
you’re never too old to sleep with your teddy bear
Okay, so now you know…I’m officially 28 (well, officially in a few hours), and I still sleep with my teddy bear. I don’t think you’re ever too old to sleep with your teddy bear (see also: “this is why I’m single” hahahha). Nor are you ever too old to carry a stuffed elephant in your purse.
that’s all i got
So, nothing really terribly insightful. But I’m 28, look 17, and feel…well…I have no idea how old I feel. But 27 was a good year, and 28 isn’t looking too shabby. Being able to run again is probably one of the best birthday presents I could ask for…although I won’t be doing any running on my birthday and instead will be working and then have cake with my dad. I hope he brings 29 candles with him…
Anything insightful to add to my list? Recommendations for year 28? Anything you’ve learned in the past year? Favorite type of cake? Do you want me to bake you cupcakes?