22

What a number. It's a palindrome, for one--if numbers can even be palindromes. It's the first birthday you face after the whirlwind that is 21, and often the last birthday people look forward to. And for me, it's a new beginning, a fresh start. In fact, 22 will be my 21.

For the first time, I am single, employed, confident, independent and relaxed, all at the same time. This has never happened before, folks, so take note. I spent the last year or more in a zone so comfortable that I all but stagnated. It was needed, sure, but at this point, I'm ready to grab every aspect of life by the balls and spin it in the air.

Is that a weird reference? Because it was the best way I thought to describe it.

Anyway, happy birthday to me.