Twenty-eight looks like red wine. And Otis Redding Pandora station. And trying to eat vegetarian as you cook tofu for the third day in a row. And smoking that sober cigarette you’re not entirely proud of. And letting go of what’s not in your future. And allowing yourself to be sad about it, but also be proud about it.
So cheers to this day, this age, this experience, no matter how difficult. Crank the music. Stir the sky.