Birthday Bliss… 
(Or more appropriately, coming to terms with aging.)
I hit the big two. six.
When you were a kid, birthdays were a celebration. You couldn’t wait for them to come around.
At what point does turning a year older become scary? Even dreaded?
Yet, somehow in my reminiscing, it dawned on me that age has treated me well.
Gone are the awkward trends.
Braces. Experimental make-up.
90’s track pants. Butterfly clips.
Matching pajama pants and tank top phase.
Clueless, uncomfortable poses.
Learning my bra-size phase.
Bandanas. Tankinis.
….And a general sense of awkward splendor.
If growing into yourself means gaining another year-
Then twenty-six is fine by me.