So far, 26 kicks 25's ass.
The optimist in me wants to believe it's karma making up for the suck ass time I had with 25. But I can't shake the feeling that I'm pushing my luck with this happy go lucky-take things as they come-just have fun-take nothing seriously attitude. As I gleefully run around, I wonder if I'm about to hit a wall of some sort. (Similar to what happened in 3rd grade that gave me my nose bump)
But is it that I'm pushing my luck or... is it that I'm finding out that the fun in my life is actually quite superficial... and the feeling that I'm pushing my luck is actually a feeling of... unfulfillment? dissatisfaction? incompleteness?
Because it seems that just when I start to get in the groove and start coasting through life, I have a small voice in the back of my head, causing a twinge with a whisper of "psst... hey... you really happy? (yes, go'way) ok just checkin".
I don't want to think too hard on it though. Because 26 fuckin kicks 25's ass.
Song of the moment: Demon Days, Gorillaz (seriously, get this CD)