Today is my birthday. My 20s are officially over. I'll admit, I'm not sure how I feel about this. For all the ups and downs, my 20s were a pretty sweet decade. I became a college graduate in my 20s. Twice. I landed my first (and only) job that has blossomed into a real career. I learned I could fully support myself financially. I met the love of my life. We traveled to amazing places. We found Summit. I saw so many of my beautiful friends get married and start families of their own. I bought my first car, my first computer, my first brand new TV, and my first professional camera all in my 20s. We built a house. Like from scratch. Who knew that could happen to a 20-something? I finally started to accept my body and realized that I need to exercise, not because it makes me skinnier, but because it makes me healthier and happier. I learned how to be a good friend, a good partner, a good daughter, aunt, and sister. I learned that it was okay to give in to my creative side and that being just a little bit different is the best way to be. When I was in my 20s, I learned I actually liked myself and damn it...I really like myself.
From time to time I wonder, "what if it's all downhill from here? Life has been good to me. What if this is as good as it gets?" But, somehow, I know that is not true. the last ten years have provided a solid foundation for what's to come. Just like an introductory chapter int he story of my life. The plot can't help but thicken after a decade like that. More milestones lie ahead of me and life is only going to get better in my 30s. In fact, it already has.
As things turn out, I'll be spending the next two weeks exploring the wonders of the Pacific Northwest with my mom. I've never been to that part of our country. We have no real plans or any itinerary. It will be a true adventure. I can't think of a more appropriate way to start the next chapter of my life. Bring it on, 30s. I'm ready for you.
