…and here we go.
In 3 days from now, I will be on the road, Eastern bound. Saying that I am excited would be an understatement.
This last Saturday, I celebrated my 30th birthday, and it was wonderful. It was, by far, the best birthday party I’ve ever had. It felt good to celebrate with folks I went to high school with, some I’ve recently met, and all in between. I was overwhelmed with so much joy, but mostly excited because I fucking made it. Here’s to 30 years without a prison sentence, here’s to 30 years without dying in a horrific car crash, here’s to 30 years of tears, joy, struggle, and a life forged by doing the one thing I was always told would never get me through life.
“You can’t just do whatever the hell you want and get away with it…you need a career, you need stability, you need to slow down…blah, blah, blah.”
I never listened then, and I sure as hell ain’t gonna be listening now or any time in the future far as my eyes can see.
Yesterday morning, around 4am, I could no longer stand my afro mop of a headdress, so I took the clippers and reclaimed the look I had at 15, completely bald. I dig it, feels good, no more hair getting caught in my eyelashes or mouth, and I can drive with the window down without getting annoyed by the hair whipping in my face.
I feel…good. I don’t know how else to describe it. Sobriety, combined with Dan and I doing better than we have the entire time we’ve been together, combined with being able to look at everything I’ve done and where I am now, I just feel good. I earned this, and I deserve this.
I have no idea what lies ahead other than a continuation of the path that I’ve been forging, and that suits me just fine. 🙂