Seven is a good number. Number of days in a week, it's a number that will win you big money in Las Vegas, and the seventh day of March is when people celebrate and remember how blessed they are to have me in their lives. :) It's the third today so I have four days to go yet. Do I want to turn 21? I didn't want to turn 20. I didn't want to end my teenage years. I was okay with 18, I was an adult by law but still a teenager and allowed to do stupid stuff. Turning 20 meant to me that I had to grow up (or at least try). It made me suddenly feel old and I realized that I was living on my own, with a job and an apartment in downtown Calgary. Sure it was just part of university, but I finally realized that high school was over, getting my summers off was over. I was fine once I turned 20 and saw that it was mostly just in my head. So should I fret about being 21? I can now go for beer runs in Montana, I can go to the Bulldog in Whitefish, I can rent a car. I can do so many more things now, plus there is no way I can really stop it. So no, I'm not going to worry about it. Bring on the years...a few anyway. I'll start to worry again when I turn 30.

And even though I'm in a completely new place this year, I will still be celebrating with friends.