I am someone who has no patience for surprises. I have this urge to find out about things before they actually happen, and get all antsy when I don’t know what’s coming my way, even if I know for a fact that it will be good. When I think about it, it really is an amazing feat on my part that I do not flip to the last chapter with every book I read. But endings are sacred to me – and let’s face it, you can’t really enjoy an ending without knowing the beginning.
Still, I have to admit that sometimes it is better not to know.
I was jolted awake yesterday morning with the insistent ringing of my doorbell. I was greeted – after hobbling around for a couple of minutes frantically looking for pants to go with my short, short night shirt – with purple balloons, cake and streamers and a whole chorus of “Happy Birthday, Zen!” Let it be known that I have never been surprised on my birthday. I always expect or know what’s going on, and I already thought we had a plan for the day… so for them to show up at my door like that, I was actually so speechless I forgot to blow out my candles, and I just stood there with puffy eyes, grinning like an idiot, before I got pulled into hugs and kisses and a little bit of, “Zen, why are you in jeans?”
So now I’m 27, and I have no idea what this year will bring for me. There is so much I want to do, so much I want to accomplish before I hit the dreaded 30, and you know what? I don’t know if three years will be enough. Until then, I guess I will just have to take what life deals me in a stride. I am slowly regaining a sense of optimism I had lost over the last couple of years, and it’s making life so. much. easier. Still, I feel like 27 will be a blast.
Do you like surprises? Or do you like a clear-cut plan of every little detail? When was the last time you were left at loss for words? 🙂