My birthday weekend was one of the best few days I’ve had in over a year. I don’t know what exactly about it made it so great, but every time I think about it I feel like my heart is glowing like I’m a cartoon character or something. Maybe it was all of the love I felt that day. Maybe it was the fact that something about 22 has always felt special. Maybe it’s just because the moon was in Cancer. It was probably a combination of all three.
Throughout my life, there have been ages I’ve always had good feelings about. 15, 17, 19, 22 and some others. Coincidentally, the first three ages turned out to be great years for me every time I look back on them. At 15, I started to gain my footing on who I wanted to be. At 17, I wrote for MTV and Affinity Magazine, got accepted to eleven colleges across the US including my number one choice. I also started college at Howard and met some of my favorite people to this day. At 19, I chartered a chapter of my sorority on Howard’s campus. I have no idea what 22 will bring. I’m not at all where I thought I would be and I have no idea where I’ll be a year from now. To be completely honest, for the past year I wasn’t sure I’d even make it to 22. The first two years of my twenties were filled with so many lows that I forgot what the highs felt like. So again, I’m not exactly sure what’s going to be special about 22 but I know that it will be. As I posted on Instagram on my birthday, 22 is pragmatic, disciplined, and confident. The essence of the number 22 is highly capable, powerful, and gets things done. It is among the most likely of all numbers to make dreams realities. It knows what it wants and, once its determined the procedure to get it, goes after it with unwavering attention.
But back to the birthday weekend. With everything going on, especially COVID-19, I wasn’t expecting much to happen this year. A day off from work and a couple of drinks with my dad at most. It was far from that. The day before my birthday, I was listening to some music and eating lunch when my dad walked into the house with two of my best friends saying they were here for the weekend and the little get together my dad had put together. The next day, another one of my girls and my brother showed up and we had a blast. There was D’ussé and lemonade flowing, tacos being catered, and a cake in the shape of a 22 with my preferred name on it. It was truly a day surrounded by love and a good amount of the people that I love with all my heart. It was so refreshing to be surrounded by people I love after spending the past almost six months of staying home and staying away from my loved ones.
The next day, my homegirls and I went to brunch in historic College Park and then went to the Atlanta Botanical Garden to see their Alice in Wonderland exhibit. It was an overall relaxing day to spend with my girls before they left, especially since I’m not sure when I’ll see them next. I can definitely say that I’m looking forward to our trips and visits in the future now that college won’t be keeping us together like it used to. Seeing us grow from 17-year-olds just starting out in the world on our own and far from home the women we are now makes me excited to see where we’ll all be five and ten years from now as we take on more responsibilities, gain more degrees, open more businesses, and maybe even start families.
As I journey more into 22, I’m looking forward to the growth that will happen over this year. I really believe with everything in me that 22 will be one of my favorite years when I look back on it in my thirties and forties. I know it’ll be a tough year, as there are many things I am looking to accomplish, but it’ll be a year that will make all the tough decisions and restrictions worth it. It will be a year of resilience, a year where I find my path, a year where I get my light back, a year where I start to tap on the untapped potential everyone keeps mentioning. An angel year.