Monday, April 6, 2015
It's My Party and I'll Cry If I Want To
It has been a busy busy week! I turned 21 on Thursday, we went to a Easter party on Saturday, and of course on Sunday, we celebrated Easter itself! Becoming another stage of adulthood made me hope (wishful thinking, of course) that if I thought really hard, I would be able to think myself into a higher level of maturity. Ah, the ignorance of youth. While I don't feel any differently, I know that I have the potential to become whatever I choose, whomever I choose- I just have to work at it to attain it.
I was thrilled with the presents I got as well. My youngest sister had picked out most of them, and, to my great delight, she has a good grasp of my general style and tastes. *Sigh* I trained her well. What else are younger sisters for, after all? Their minds are so malleable. ;) Anywayyy, she had found a pair of shoes with polka dots on them (too cute), a lacy knapsack that I originally picked out, some hairbows, and burlap. Why she got me burlap, I have no idea. And neither does she, as it turns out. Next item on my to-do list is to find out what the cupcake a person can do with a yard of striped burlap. There were also many other things that made my day, but the funniest surprise was the giant box of 12 donuts that I got from my other younger sister. She knows my weakness well (four were gone in one day, but then I had to make myself hold back).
Overall, it was a good haul of goodies and a memorable day. Best of all, it was a 21 spent without alcohol. I know so many people that celebrate their 21st by taking advantage of their new legal ability to drink. I am not one of them. Alcohol has always been something I have avoided, even when being surrounded by it on a secular college campus, and it is something I will continue to avoid in my adulthood. Wine is a mocker, strong drink is raging: and whosoever is deceived thereby is not wise- Proverbs 20:1. It is not just a choice made based on religion, but one based on common sense. I will not allow my mind to give itself up to a drink and risk the safety of my body in the process. Too many horror stories of bar bathroom pass-outs and waking up to find you are not where you remember being is enough to convince me that I will always choose sober over party-hardy. It's just not worth it. I totally respect the people who make this decision and thus put themselves up for public humiliation. It's not easy, and the peer pressure can be nasty, but in the end, the self-control will be so worth it. Just a little soapbox service announcement. I think maybe I can get away with it, it is my birthday after all, right? :)
You guys are the best. <3
Dress/Shoes/Jacket: Thrifted | Floral Hairpin/ Eiffel Tower Tee: Gifted
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