Yesterday marked the tragic combination of Spring Forward in Daylight Savings Time and my birthday. Besides the joyless task of waking up a whole hour earlier, it was actually a very, very special day. Until now I had thought of 24 as one of those insignificant ages you exist through and gloss over. Until I almost didn’t make it to 24. Now, I’m thankful that the doctors’ initial predictions about my longevity were mistaken, and I think it is a super fantastic age that I am blessed to experience.
And guess what? I got a walker for my birthday!! When I think about birthday wishes from previous years (a violin, a driver’s license, getting into a music conservatory, getting a boyfriend..marrying Ivan) I can assure you that a walker was absolutely 100% NOT on my list, ever. Nevertheless, somehow it definitely did make it on my list for the now-significant age of 24, and like the previous birthday wishes mentioned above, this one also came true! So yes, I actually got a walker for my first “mid-twenties” birthday, and was actually happy about that. While I’m still too weak to leave the apartment unless situated in my old friend the wheel chair, I will now be practicing standing and taking baby steps around the apartment (and looking forward to when this process becomes pain free!). Hello, 24!