So today I'm 27! Woo!
The peonies in the garden have blossomed! ⚘
I've been picking them all week, since their life span is so short
- they fill the house with their perfume.
I've decided pretty steadfastly that I'll never be one of those people that makes sarcastic remarks about how awful it is to get old.
If you can't stop getting older why be afraid of the process?
That used to drive me crazy when women would say "Oh I don't celebrate my birthday anymore - nothing to celebrate when you're a dinosaur like me!" (This is coming from someone who was 38 at the time) Or "Well that's fine for you, you're young."
I can't understand that kind of rationale.
We don't know how long we're going to live so what is "old" or "young"?
All I know is, just like Dorian Corey says in "Paris is Burning" :
"Everybody wants to make an impression, some mark upon the world. Then you think, you've made a mark on the world if you just get through it, and a few people remember your name. Then you've left a mark. You don't have to bend the whole world. I think it's better to just enjoy it."