Back on the 3rd of May, I celebrated my 24th
birthday. I was so positive that I did
not want to turn 24 this year. There was
just something about it that I did not like.
However, not really much we can do about it. So I wrote this letter about a week after my
birthday and I am going to share it with you.
Dear 24:
We have officially met now, welcome to my world. I honestly wasn’t sure if I wanted to meet up
with you. I have certain reservations about 24.
I am very happy to have made it to 24…sometimes I look back on and
wonder how the heck I made it! But I promise, I don’t see myself turning
30…ever. I will just stop at 29 and keep celebrating my anniversary of
29...every year. :)
I can say that I thought I would have a lot more
accomplished by now, be farther in my life than I am now. But we all move at
our own pace, right? Things hardly ever
work out the way that I want them too – duh! I should know and understand that
by now, and to some extent I do…but I still need help reminding myself of this,
and the good Lord above does not disappoint me when it comes to reminding
me. And in the back of my mind, I do
know all of this, it’s just all those dang control issues that I have and not
wanting to let go of things. I am not
upset at where I am or where I have been.
I just feel that I should have done better in some aspects of my life
that what I have.
I am completely okay with my job at the
moment. I am completely in love with my best friend and so glad that we have
found each other, and stuck out the hard times (some way more hard than others), and decided that we do want to spend
forever together. That I would not
change for the world. I wish I made
better decisions about school and what I wanted to be when I “grew up”.
I have had plenty of wonderful times in year
23…at the top – {getting engaged}; {watching my best friend become a mom,
again}; meeting new friends; going to FL and the beach for the first time in
many years (post still to come on that, promise!); working my butt off at the
gym (now to work on my horrible eating habits); successfully worked two
jobs and complete school classes at the same time; graduate from college,
again; watch my future nephew grow from being a baby into a little boy;
be a part of a music video; watch WJ graduate from college and start his big
boy job; transition from a job that I really enjoyed to one that I totally
love; and of course start this blog and {for the most part} stick with it and
meet some pretty freakin awesome people along the way. :)
So 23 wasn’t a bust –
nor did I think it was – but I can only dream about how wonderful 24 will be.
There
were so many things that came and went, but yet so many wonderful great things
still to happen and great memories yet to be made.
I may not be so sure about this 24th
year right now, but I am ready to see what all is in store for me.
It has been a great year and I will miss you,
but it’s time to open new doors and windows and take 24 on like donkey kong!
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What was your favorite age to turn?
Which age did you dread?








