happy thanksgiving

I turned 25 this year; quarter of a century. A lot of friends also turned 25 and lamented over “being old.” I don’t know when being in your mid-20s qualified as old. I don’t feel old. I still feel like the confused teenage, the misunderstood preteen, the lonely only child playing by herself, the toddler demanding for attention. Each year, I don’t look at how old I am. My birthday doesn’t mark that sort of progression for me like it does for others. Instead, birthdays have always been a celebration. Sort of selfish, sure, as I am an only child with divorced parents so I tend to get quite a number of gifts from each parent and various tokens from step-second families. But also a time for me to remember how I’ve gotten where I am today. All that I’ve experienced and celebrate that with friends. This year I had a quite a bash with friends out on the town and much hilarity occurring.
I came across last year’s New Year’s Resolutions list. Although I did do some things, I didn’t really get to everything. Here’s what it entailed:
Here are my song recommendations for this week.