@Lambertraa
A Jordan Lambert is an award winning writer and TTRPG game master & player. With an extensive background in pop culture and lifestyle blogging, fashion, gaming, and podcasting - Jordan truly is a Jane of all trades and a master of none. When she’s not working her 9-5 (making pop culture based merchandise) or working on one of her fifty eleven passion projects, she can be found enjoying live music, camping, ren faires, food, fairy tales, museums, theme parks, pulp movies, alternative subcultures, and mismatched Chuck Taylors.
June Seventh
It's the night before my birthday.
My birthday has always been a big deal - - I was my mom's miracle daughter, was born on my Grandfather's birthday, and my family doesn't really do holidays, so birthdays were IT. I've always loved my birthday; I love attention, I love the idea of having day all about me. However, from 25-28 it didn't feel the same. My 25th birthday was absolutely one of the saddest days of my life. 26, 27, and 28 were much better days, but there always a bit of hollow hidden beneath my happiness. Birthdays were reminders that time wasn't stopping and all of the ways I've fallen short of where I thought I'd be by now. On the night before my 29th birthday, I can say that I'm looking forward to tomorrow in a way that I haven't in years. My 20s are ending. I remember my 19th birthday like it was yesterday. I spent the night in West Hollywood, driving around with my best friend listening to Marilyn Manson until the sun came up. That naive, weird, girl has grown into a woman that she wouldn't believe was her if they met. The past 10 years have been a wild ride. 25-28 were the most difficult years I've ever lived through. As I think about what 29 and my 30s will bring; I realize I haven't fallen short, I just took a necessary detour along the way.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to dance my ass off while my favorite DJ spins a night of only Prince songs in Hollywood and wait for midnight.