Friday, March 15, 2013


I'm about to get deep here.  Bear with me.

On Tuesday, I celebrated my 25th birthday.  Instead of being excited for birthdays, like I normally am, I was in a huge funk over this one.  Being 25 means I'm no longer in my early twenties.  Also, when I thought about where I wanted my life to be once I turned 25, I was nowhere close.  I'm not doing my dream job, I'm not married, and until recently, I was still living at home.  

These little reasons snowballed into a big thing that really just brought me down.  I was truly dreading the arrival of March 12.  

But then, something happened.  My birthday came, and I had a really great day. 

Nothing spectacular happened, but a bunch of great little things did occur: the girls at work got me cupcakes and the sweetest card.  My fiance made me birthday dinner and got me a nook gift card.  I got a free birthday drink at Starbucks.  My mom and dad brought me lunch at work and ate with me.  I won $19 on lottery scratch off tickets.  

These might not have been major things, but they made me come to the realization that even know I'm not living the perfect vision that I had for myself at 25, I'm still doing all right.  I have a guy who loves me.  I have an amazing group of friends.  My family is as supportive and amazing as ever.  I may not be working at my dream job, but I have a job.  I've finally moved out of my parents house.  

Most importantly, I've grown so much in the past couple of years.  I have to say, I'm kind of proud of the woman I've become.

So bring it on, 25.  Can't wait to see what you have in store for me.


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