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My birthday was last week, and I have to say a lot was going through my head. I was a bit depressed and doing that “I’m getting older but going nowhere,” spiel. Unemployent, an inconsistent freelance career and getting closer to 30 can do that. But, my actual birthday and the birthday weekend was a whole new story! So many friends showered me with sentiments, flattery, laughs and even gifts! I’m not one to give myself much slack, and I sure as hell am not nice enough to myself. So, thanks to all my friends, and a special thanks to Angie and Trevor for throwing me an awesome, MLPFIM party! Everybody made me feel so special, and it help put me into perspective…that and befriending a drunk, meth-head lady at the grocery store on Friday night after birthday dinner.

Anyways, I wanted to write a poem about my birthday. I’m always one to say “any experience is worthwhile so long as it makes a great story,” and it’s very true. Even though the past few years have been cray cray, I learned a lot, tested my inner strength and created many worthwhile stories to make me laugh. Since life’s been complicated, it seemed only fitting to construct a Villanelle for the occasion:

28

I have great expectations for 28,
since 27, 26 and 25 fell through,
28 had best be great.

25 made my heart deflate,
as dreams simmered in a failure brew.
I have great expectations for 28.

During 26 I made comical mistakes,
using empty promises, desperation and determination as glue,
so 28 had best be great.

I rejoined the unemployment rate.
27 was a dark time to reflect and renew.
I have great expectations for 28,

It’s now time to rejuvenate,
with lessons learned, experienced accrued,
28 had best be great!

Though those three tough years left me irate,
I would never bid those times adieu,
They gave great preparation for 28,
and 28 will surely be great.

*** Also, if anybody is interested in joining my team poem, it would be a much appreciated belated gift. Besides, it will be fun! ***