Why 29 Will Be My Most Unbalanced Year Yet

I’ve always used my birthday as a time to stop and think about where I’ve been and where I’m going. The annual tradition is one way I try to build self-awareness and achieve balance. This year in particular, however, I didn’t want to stop. In some ways, I had been stopped all year and I wanted to celebrate my renewed ability to go-go-go. Last year, I had knee surgery four days after my birthday. I spent the next six months rebuilding my strength, and the six months after that rebuilding my…

Why 28 Is The Year I Need To Do What I Want

Each year on my birthday, I reflect on the year behind and the year ahead, the person I am and the person I aspire to be. I don’t need to write anything down, but I like to. I want to. This year, I drove two hours north of San Francisco along the coast to spend my day outdoors. Long rides always remind me of how I learned to plan my pees as a child. I was (am) obsessively compulsive about restroom cleanliness, and refused to pee in public restrooms if they did…

What Amy Winehouse Taught Me About Turning 27

Every time August comes around, I have that “Woah, my birthday is soon,” realization. This year, the “Woah” wasn’t like the ones that preceded my 16th or 20th. This one, coming before my 27th, hit more like, “Oh.” How boring a number it is, 27. Initially, I attempted to find reasons it was special. Things like: 27 is the official start to my late twenties The last time my birthday was on a Friday, it was my 21st I was like a sports reporter with interesting statistics that predict nothing. I eventually…

4 Things I Couldn’t Admit To Myself Until I Turned 25

I turn 26 this week. In some ways, twenty-five flew by with little to report. But in others, it transformed me: I got to know the person I will spend the rest of my life with. While this is unsurprising given my age, it is surprising given that I do not have a significant other. The last fifteen months comprise the longest I have been in the same place with the same job ever. Because my world was too-frequently-changing before (semester to semester, rotation to rotation, city to city), because I…

When it comes to rejection, no word is as good as “No.”

When was the last time someone called you to invite you to an event? A dinner date, a birthday party, a trip? When was the last time you called someone on the phone and invited them to something? I can’t remember a time in recent history. My childhood was complete with telephone invitations — from asking my neighbor if he could come out to play or a friend if she could sleepover. I am most reminded of these phone calls in August. After thoughtfully creating a list of names and…