A Lockdown Birthday

This is 22! I LOVE IT!

Two nights ago, just before I was turning 22, I decided to go sleep before the clock struck 12. I wasn’t feeling great about yet another birthday. I used to hate birthdays. I honestly can’t remember when this ‘bleh-ness’ regarding birthdays started but I wasn’t the happiest birthday girl there was.

Part of it I owe to the fact that I DO NOT KNOW HOW TO BEHAVE when being sung to or wished. I used to dread it. Part of it I owe to the fact that I’m growing older and somehow always have no idea what I’m doing.

Each birthday is a reminder and it gets extremely overwhelming knowing yet another year has passed and I still have a lot of I don’t knows. But that was all until I turned 22. (I have a lot more I don’t knows but I’m letting…