"It Was One Of The Beautiful Girls Who Woke Me Up" or "One Year Older, One Year Closer To It All"

I think actually this time, the morning of my first day of being one year older, I actually felt a whole lot different than I had felt on my last day of being 21.

Unfortunately, I don't think I'm gonna know all the lessons I learned between 21 and 22 until I get to 23. Not to mention that there is a significant portion of blog-o-land taken up right below this entry of all sorts of delicious life stories that just scream of learning lessons and getting to know myself. It's just not necessary for the birthday, thanks for having me in January, mom.

However, there is one thing that is worth noting, and it has been noted several times on this blog, and every other corner of the internet where I go to be compulsively and chronically extroverted:

Lindsey Mullen can not be described in word that I have at my disposal. I have been praying to God, or some form of a God, since I was a child, younger than a child. I have prayed for everything any human being prays for: possessions, love, fixed problems, easier roads to travel, doom on others, ability to remember math problems. Never has a prayer been answered in such bright light, such ineffable wisdom that only comes from knowing all of creation, and with such powerful love as the answer that created, and delivered so undeservingly to me, the friend and miracle that is that girl.

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