Walking away from 24.
But really though, age ain’t nothing but a number. Buckets worth of wisdom from one of my favourite 24 going on 25, year old bloggers!
I spent my 24th birthday drugged up and crying as a dentist told me he would have to wait a week to give me a root canal. I envisioned myself, within the folds of that one week, delivering my TED talk in New York City, slurring from the Vicodin and whimpering through the searing pain as I tried to muster up some sound sentence about connection in the digital age.
That dentist was a liar. He’s going to Tooth Fairy Hell (convinced!). And thankfully we found another dentist who would give me a root canal the very next day instead of making me stumble blearingly into New York City with a mail crate, a dream, and a toothache.
Tomorrow I am planning to wake up, brush my teeth good, and have a better birthday than last year. It won’t be too hard.
I turn 25 tomorrow.
Anyone who knows me…
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