29 and Counting...
It's hard to believe it, but I turned 29 today! Yep, that means the end of my 20s is fast approaching. It seems like only yesterday that I turned 20.
My life has certainly changed since then. I am lucky to be alive, in light of some of the medical situations I have been through in recent years. On the other hand, it saddens me that my 20s are over and I haven't had the opportunity to do the kinds of things that most people get to do in their 20s, like moving out of my parents' house (although my father has offered me the supply shed out back, rent free!) or being in a relationship. It's not that these things can't happen in one's 30s, but the 20s to me represent vitality, youth, and the freedom to try new and exciting things and I cannot help but feel a bit cheated. And yet, I feel guilty for feeling this way because there are so many others with my disease who have not been as fortunate as I have to even be here.
Nevertheless, I celebrated my birthday with family, which took my mind off of things for a while. And I started thinking about what I want to accomplish in my 29th year. Maybe I don't have many years left, but I'm determined to make this one count. Hopefully, I'll find a publisher for my book. I'll go girl-watching -- I mean on long walks in Center City (I can't believe I just said that!) -- spend time with friends, and attend lots of baseball games. Hey, maybe I'll even see the Phillies win the World Series (I won't hold my breath on that one even if my ventilator would let me!)
And hopefully, next year at this time, I'll be writing about a 30th birthday bash the likes of which have never been seen!