Lifescouts Friday: Growing Up and Music Interests

Wait, its already Friday? How did that happen? I feel like the week just started! This has been a wild week, not only because I graduated this week, but it was also my two year anniversary! It is also exciting to think that next week is the dance recital, I can't believe its already here! Dance has been a bit crazy this week, one of the girls that is in 6 dances broke her foot so we're having to re-choreograph all of them. At least it didn't happen day-of. We'll make it through this. Anyways, here is this week's edition of Lifescouts!

Birthday Party 

Like many kids growing up, I had birthday parties and went to birthday parties. There were sleep overs, movies, bowling, roller skating, all parts of growing up that convince you that birthdays really are important. When they really aren't after a certain age.

 Concert

I love music. I love supporting artists by going to their shows. Unfortunately, my brain doesn't always appreciate being in a small, packed venue with hundreds of people I don't know so close to me. Even though I have a hard time dealing with these situations, I probably go to 10-15 concerts a year. What can I say, I just love music?

Karaoke 

 I've only sung karaoke a couple times. I don't really enjoy standing in a room of people I don't know and singing. I don't mind making a fool of myself in the confines of a friend's house while we play Rockband and pretend like we are the best band out there and we should totally try to do this while sober. Then we all come to our senses and realize that would be ridiculous.

Write a Song

As a kid I loved writing. As I grew into my pre-teen years, I thought I could try my hand at writing a song or two and make myself famous. Because who doesn't want that? It seems like this is a pretty common thing for kids to do since a lot of people I know also did the same thing. I think it might be a good thing that we were never recognized for our songwriting ability, we were shit at it.

Vocalist

While I don't really enjoy singing in front of people I don't know, it doesn't mean I don't know how to sing. I was actually in choir in middle school and I was in the church choir through high school. Anytime I'm in the car by myself, it is pretty much guaranteed that I will be either A) listening to talk radio or B) singing classic rock as loud as possible. 

Birthdays and growing up

Well, today is my birthday. And I've realized that I've left the part of my life when birthdays are fun and exciting.

Not to say that I wont be doing anything or that from here on out I'll dread having a birthday, but there are no more "fun" birthdays. I guess after 21, they really aren't that exciting anymore. Sure, you have your 30's, your 40's, and so on, but there really aren't anymore years that you're really looking forward to. As a child, your birthday is always a lot of fun and very exciting. When you're a teenage, you have the year you turn 13, the year you turn 16, and the year you turn 18. Then comes the year your turn 21 and that's always fun. But after that, there's really not a lot to look forward to.

Unless you're looking forward to Medicare or something like that. Then I guess you do still have another "exciting" birthday.

Its just a strange thought that I'm out of that stage of exciting birthdays and I'm growing up and being an adult. A year ago, I went to Austin for the weekend. This year, I'm in a house I own. Last year, I was working a job I hated and I never had enough work to keep me busy, this year I love my job and I'm busy all day. Last year I had hockey, this year I don't... But that's not a good thing. Anyways, its a crazy thought how much things can change in a year. And to see how much I've grown in a year.

I guess I really am growing up and becoming an adult.

Happy birthday, little brother!!

Today is my little brother's birthday. He's turning 18 today!! While this is great for him, it makes me feel incredibly old. I know I'm not the only one that will always think of their younger siblings as that annoying little brat that would follow them around and bother them all day, right? I will always think of him like this. Now that he's officially and adult, I know that I'm supposed to be an adult and I'm getting old.

Anyways, enough of me complaining about being old... I really just wanted to take a moment to wish my baby brother a happy birthday! I wont share any of his embarrassing stories because I'm such a nice older sister, but I am looking forward to reliving some of these when I go up to see him graduate high school in May. I'm proud of how far he's come and I know he's going to do big things with his life!

I love you, baby brother. Just remember, you're in all senses of the law, an adult. It will take you several years to actually feel like an adult. Actually, I don't know if you ever really feel like an adult, I know I don't.