26 years ago, little ole me was born into this big, crazy world.
I’m feeling… a little ambivilent about the whole thing – well, the being 26 part. On the one hand, I suppose it is a bit scary to think my twenties are more than halfway over. But at the same time… I do still have four years left. So, I guess a big part of me is feeling pressure to make the next four years count. Not that life ends at 30, lol.
But when I think about being 30, I think about being settled. It’s the age I imagine I’ll start seriously considering starting a family, buying a home… big things like that.
But… I suppose I’ll save the serious talk for another day.
Currently, my Mom is scurrying around the kitchen cooking me a lovely dinner. My favorite guy and my sister are on their way to the house. I have a long list of birthday Facebook messages and texts that have me feeling super special.
I’m happy. So, I guess that’s a good start to 26.