Year of 21

I have been mostly unpredictable recently as my poor little body continues to accept the punishment I am constantly condemning it to - long work shifts with little to no break to my normal but gruelling exercise routine to high heels all night and lifting my heavy keyboard around like it's no big deal. I am much busier than I had anticipated on being over this period which I love and hate; I am tentatively looking forward to next week when I will be going to the beach for my dear friend Grace's 21st birthday extravaganza. For most of my friendship group 2014 will be the year that we all turn 21, which, to me, is positively terrifying as this is the large ~big~ birthday until I reach 30 (!) and I've always been very anxious about getting old and 'losing touch' etc. But of course it's silly to dwell on these things for too long because, while the right amount of fear pushes a person into action, too much will cripple them. And my worst nightmare is spending my whole life being afraid of something like getting old and then waking up one day and realising that I've become nothing but that. 

~photo by lisa sorgini~