I turn 27 on Saturday. I am excited about this for a couple of reasons.
- It is a day where you realize just how many people are thinking of you. All of the phone calls, emails, texts, cards, etc. That is like crack to someone who likes warm fuzzies.
- It is my day. Although my father often throws impromptu “McDougall Days,” people get to celebrate me! (McDougall Days are days when he calls me up at work to tell me that it is McDougall Day and that I can ask for whatever I want for dinner and he will make it.)
- I get presents.
- Free meals. I have already been taken out to lunch twice this week for my birthday and it isn’t even here yet.
- Did I mention the presents?
I thought that the leap from the mid-twenties to the late-twenties would be a dramatic one. It isn’t. My mid-twenties, for lack of a better descriptor, completely sucked ass. Why shouldn’t I be happy to leave them behind?
Milestone birthdays are riddled with inherent pressure. At 21, I went out and partied like everyone else. At 25, I lamented the fact that I wasn’t where I imagined myself by 25. I have reserved the same amount of enthusiasm for turning 30 as I have for the impending apocalypse as I am sure I will have set up new goals I want to accomplish by then.
I have no hang ups associated with 27. No pressure, no preconceived notions. Nothing. I can just relax, have a good time and feel the love.
Man, does that feel good....
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Happy Birthday McD, I now have it marked on my calendar for future reference. No worries about 27, you're right it is realatively minor. Have I ever told you about my 'quarter-life' crisis I had at 25?? Needless to say, I got a tatoo, went skydiving and started grad school part time. Compared to that 27 was a breeze!
I hear you. My quarter life crisis lasted well into 26. I think (at least I hope) I am trough with all of that now.
Skydiving is one of the "before I turn 30" list items. Care to give it another go?
My quarter life crisis caused me to quit my job and forfeit my apartment's security deposit and a month's rent so that I could move back home. Despite the fact that I had lived away for 7.5 years, I could not wait 4 months until my lease ended! I needed to be around my family, and I couldn't wait another day. I then bought a house and went skydiving with Mato.
I am much happier now that I'm out of my mid 20's, and 30 was not quite as stressful as I imagined that it would be.
Besides, McD...things are already better for you...you got your power back!
anonymous...where are you? we all miss you and your comments where you agree with us but we think you are disagreeing with us.
anonymous...where are you? we all miss you and your comments where you agree with us but we think you are disagreeing with us.
See, how can you be upset when people still call you "The Girls?"
In addition, none of my coworkers believed me today when they asked me how old I was. When we went out to lunch, they were not sure I would be old enough to sit at the bar. Can't complain about that.
Well thanks eboogie... I have been out for a while due to having eye surgery... Sorta like Lasik (called PRK) but not quite as easy and painless... (I couldn't have Lasik due to my cornea thickness and large correction, blah, blah, blah...)
Bottom line, my vision still blows and I need to give it a little while longer... Seeing a cpu screen isn't all that easy, so blame any misspelled words on that...
As far as the blog goes... well... I can remember when I was turning the ripe old age of 27... thinking I wouldn't care when I turned 30... Now that I am literally knocking on the door (94 days and counting...), I certainly don't feel the same way. I think it is especially painful when you have some sort of mark... people around 27 think back to what they have done since graduating college etc... For me, I have my own little line that seems to be drawn in the sand... and I guess the "failure" of some specific particulars in my life not being the way I hoped definitely makes me feel like, well, a failure... Oddly, I have been immensely successful... Leave it to a perfectionist to bitch I guess...
Happy Birthday McD... I hope you got all sorts of wonderful gifts... (and are able to exchange any crappy ones for items at DSW or The Loft...)
By the way, what was your dinner request?
The dinner request was for Gail B's meatball grinders. They are famous and yet she never makes them. So we went out to dinner instead.
My dad would have made them for me.
Wow Gail B... even I felt the sting in that one...
McD...we are never going to get MB grinders if you insult the chef...not a smart move. Boo...
Anonymous...glad to have you back! Sorry about the eye surgery...it sounds painful. My father-in-law had Lasik, and I was a little grossed out when he was talking about it. Anyway, I am very impressed that you easily identified McD's (and mine and Pooh's) favorite stores quite easily. You are quite the dedicated reader! Hope your eyes feel better.
She was never going to make them again anyway.
McD seems so bitter... Maybe you are a little more unhappy about your heading down the "late twenties path to 30" than you let on in your blog...
Or, maybe you are real bitter about not getting your Meatball Grinders...
hmmm, I am thinking it's the grinders...
Thanks for the well wishes eboogie... They are improving, sloooowly.. I have to be more patient I guess... still difficult though...
It is most definitely not getting the grinders that is making me bitter.
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