Another year older but not necessarily wiser.

Today I leave my formative teenage years behind and enter reluctantly into my 20’s. I’m experiencing an unusually high level of trauma surrounding this particular milestone. Taking the mature sensible approach, I naturally intend on spending this birthday in a champagne induced coma. Personal feelings aside, I must turn my mind to more pressing matters like, what on earth am I supposed to wear on the first day of my 20’s? Undoubtedly, I will end up wearing something that I will look back on in another 20 years and think: “Seriously?”
(Case and point, my seventh birthday pictured above).