“Grow old with me! The best is yet to be.” – Robert Browning

It’s true– I’ve spent another year on this earth, pals. Does anyone wrap their minds around the age that they are, really? I feel little change. I’m still me, still Olivia…

The same Olivia who sings ‘Dancing Queen’ at the top of her lungs any time she gets the aux (that is if she has data–the silly girl always runs out about half a day into the new cycle). The same Olivia who puts way too much sugar in her hot tea. The same girl who reads dark mystery and horror stories (Jerusalem’s Lot in Stephen King’s Night Shift is perfectly creepy), eats sour candy and flaming hot Cheetos until it hurts (lol you know what I mean), quotes the office an inappropriate amount of times (there is no limit to office quotes–this was a test), watches An Affair to Remember (Carey Grant… swoooon) and Pride and Prejudice just about every other month, listens to Jeff Buckley’s Hallelujah with her eyes closed, halts in the presence of flowers and trees for a photo (or thirty), loves her family and friends more than anything, loves to make people laugh (and meeting people who make her laugh until she cries), writes her most important thoughts on paper in a little red notebook, and also the same Olivia who thinks it’s super strange to talk about herself in third-person…

I am still me. In many ways, personality-wise, I’ve been myself since I was about six years of age–ha! Of course, mentally and emotionally I’ve caught up to where I need to be at this time and age in my life, for the most part… I’ll figure out the rest the way everyone does, by winging it, of course.

So long twenty, I think twenty-one is going to be just as lovely as pink champagne! Cheers!

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