On Tuesday I'll be turning 28.
Every time that comes up in conversation with friends, we end up talking about The 27 Club. The famous musicians who died at 27.
Kurt Cobain. Jimi Hendrix. Janis Joplin. Jim Morrison. Brian Jones. These are the more notable ones.
I recently saw this site that lists many others (including non-musicians) who died at 27 - including The Elephant Man and Jonathan Brandis. Who knew?
So, it makes me think. If I didn't make it to 28, what kind of legacy would I leave behind - what would I have been known for, if anything? How might I be described, as a non-famous member of The 27 Club?
"Remember Kris, that blogger chick who really liked beer and poutine?" or maybe "Too bad about whats-her-name. She was really good at high fives."
Hmm. That's just not good enough.
After last year's birthday, I promised myself that there'd be a lot of new changes. It was a brand new chapter. And, though it was a bit of a rollercoaster, a lot of those changes became reality. Many more are still in progress.
So, assuming nothing bad happens in the next couple of days (someone please knock on wood, damn it), I'll be making a similar promise to myself on my 28th birthday.
More positive changes. More awesomeness. More beer, poutine and high fives.
And when I join The 98 Club, you can be damn sure that there'll be something I accomplished worth remembering.
Bring it on, 28. I'm ready for your craziness.