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Saturday, July 15, 2006

My 23rd Birthday

Well, after almost a week of revelries and gifties in the mail, I'd say my birthday celebrations are over. I started out on July 11 (my actual bday) with a few cards in the mail and an evening after work spent at the Calgary Stampede eating birthday-mini-doughnuts and watching the chuckwagon races followed by the grandstand show. It was fun, and I feel like I've 'done' the Stampede now. There is now no more need for big hats, belt buckles, plaid, and cowboy boots, in my opinion.

I read my horoscope on my birthday and as is to be expected, it was entirely vague and seemed to be written for someone else. (which it probably was) I found it funny yet poignant at the same time when it said: "this year might be your best year yet" I felt like saying: "or it might not."?!?

Horoscope aside, I do hope this year is better. Birthdays have always been an important affair in my family, especially my mothers family. It seems like the last two people who held up this tradition for my special day were Grampa and Mum so this year's celebrations seem to have something lacking. I miss Mum's birthday packages of little presents, and I miss Grampa's phone call. For some reason I feel guilty for not having an actual birthday cake with candles on top, because I know they would think it a requirement for a birthday. Perhaps I shall get around to making some birthday carrot muffins. Or maybe I'll dig up Grannie's old recipie for Spink Special... that'll for sure be some nostalgia-comfort.

Last night was my actual birthday celebration with friends. Really, it was just an excuse to get together and party, but I love any excuse. The fantastic picture of me with the present was taken by Arif. It's handy having talented photographers around to elegantly record good moments. The thoughtful gift was a quickdry tshirt so I don't get so sweaty next time I climb a mountain. hehe. You guys are awesome. I have also recieved lovely cards as well as an Xavier Rudd cd, a pink tshirt, and a fantastic book (called Lamb) via canada post. I didn't get a tropical island, or a swimming pool, this year, but these gifts are waay better.

"so, how does it feel to be 23?" Obviously, it feels exactly the same as 22, but I'm slowly coming to a realization: I keep waiting to be a 'grownup' and it keeps not happening. While I was a child in my parents house, I saw them and figured that was what all people turned into when they grew up. I considered this to be the 'stationary grownup stage'. This feeling continued when I went to university, as I felt like I was just preparing for the career part of the 'stationary grownup stage'. Then when I graduated with my degree I realized that I was still, for some reason, not yet at the 'stationary grownup stage' so I went back to school for a masters... all the while waiting for real life to start. That was a long preamble, but my realization is this: I should stop considering all this as the prologue to my life, and realize that I'm actually already at chapter 8.

I'm pretty sure I'm right, but it's hard to grasp for the following reason: if you're still in the prologue, if you find yourself unhappy you can just tell yourself that it's okay and only temporary because it will all go away when you grow up and start the actual part of life you're supposed to enjoy.

Instead, I'm trying to accept what I already have as 'life' and adopt a more fluid sense of time and maturation (rather than expecting to wake up one morning to have it all figured out). It seems like the results are a "sieze the day" type of mentality. Or, as Grampa used to love saying: "just do it". Capitalize on what you enjoy and appreicate today instead of dreaming about an uncertain future that might let you down. I suppose this also comes with a requriement for faith. Faith that the things you've got going on right now that you don't like are going to change for the better in the future. And faith that you somehow have the power to make the change.

In the end, I still maintain that I am NOT a grownup, and I doubt that I will ever really be one. I'm having too much fun. :) hehe

but what do you think?

7 Comments:

  • At 1:28 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    this is a touching post filled with warm memories and heartfelt insight, its a priveledge to read these thoughts in such fine form compared to the drunken ramble of last night, but seriously, that picture is fantastic

    uhmm, this is not arif

     
  • At 2:36 PM, Blogger Francesca said…

    gee, thanks not-arif

     
  • At 8:37 AM, Blogger bento said…

    Funnily enough, I spent many years of my life (starting from halfway through high school and continuing to the present day) thinking of and collecting various aphorisms on what it is to be an adult. Several of them you embodied in this post, such as:

    "An adult is just someone old enough to ask if they're an adult."

    "You are grown-up when you realize that you never will be entirely and securely "grown-up"."

    It's always been a very fluid definition for me, because (as you realized) adult and child is not the binary we once thought it was when we were young. It's a continuum, and some people are adults at 8 while others will always be more children than anything else. It's about recognizing that responsibility is hard, life is what you make of it, and you're never too old to want to go on the swingsets.

    Good post, by the way.

     
  • At 10:17 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Lovely post. Yeah, I think I started getting an inkling that adult was not quite as simple as I had assumed it to be once I started needing to forgive my parents for their mistakes. And since then it's been a series of discoveries and epiphanies and having things finally beaten into my thick skull.

    Also, that picture is wholly sexytastic.

     
  • At 3:08 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Hey
    Sorry for the late Happy Birthday but I've never been one for remebering dates!
    Lovely post by the way. To add my comment about adulthood. My mother told me when I turned 21 that I was offically an adult...mind you she still treats me like a child every now and then.!? So my conclusion is that I'm both and that's just fine!
    To be totally adult is boring and everyone should keep a little bit of childhood around to keep themselves grounded.

    Much Luv
    B

     
  • At 10:14 AM, Blogger annika fox said…

    Hey! I just noticed that you like doggies, but what about....DOGGLES!?

     
  • At 12:52 PM, Blogger Francesca said…

    hrrumph. absolutely no doggles allowd.

     

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