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Author Micah Cambre


Wow, I’m officially 30-something. Nine more years of this.

What’s crazy is I remember my dad turning 40 and my time is not too far ahead of me. He had a pretty big, somewhat extravagant party. It was probably the biggest birthday party my family had when I was growing up.

I don’t remember having too many parties as a child. I do remember maybe one or two, at which only about 5-10 kids showed up. They were nice but I was one of the least popular in my school so not many kids even wanted to come over.

This didn’t really change in middle or high school either. During my sophomore year, my mom did her best to put together a surprise birthday party for me. I believe only 3-4 people showed up. It’s not that I didn’t have friends, but it was confirmation not to throw my own birthday parties.

Since high school, birthdays have always been a somewhat private event. It’s not that I don’t like celebrating or going out. Much of the problem lies in the timing. May is a busy time for students to prepare for finals and going home for the summer. So there really never was an opportune time to publicly celebrate.

I find that the best way to celebrate my life is to be happy knowing that I can continue doing what I always do. Maybe it would be a little different if my closer friends lived near me, I dunno.

I don’t take pity on myself or feel sadness that I’m not a big birthday person. I feel a sense of comfort that I’m still alive, I feel younger than my age, and I don’t have to worry about organizing anything.

Do I prefer a personal, self-involved birthday? All I will say is that I’m happy to be alive. Who could really ask for more?


Today marks the first day ever that I have never been home on my birthday. Coming to you from NYC until Friday and enjoying every minute of it!


I turn 27 on Sunday.

27 feels like 19. You’re not yet 20, but you’re past 18. 27 means I’m not yet 30 but I’m farther from 25.

26 has been rather bland. 25 was excellent. 24 was ok. 23 rocked. and 22 was not very fun.

I expect 28 to be better than 27, but it’s very possible that the end of 27 will be huge for me.

I think the best and worst year I ever went through was 19. It started out absolutely amazingly. It ended rather sour and depressing. Still, best summer ever.

I wonder where I’ll be at 30? I hope I don’t have to know for 3 more years. . .

Oh wait.
I guess I won’t.

But, as I close 26, I wonder what 27 has to bring to me. I don’t expect too much for the first three quarters of 27, but I’m expecting huge things for the last quarter.

I’m over half way to 50.

I’m also mostly to 40.

. . . I’m getting old.