In the fine print
of 25 I’m convinced there’s a tagline that must read dooms day. Turning the BIG
25 ignites the fear of GAWD in a gal that’s on the road to finding herself.
Heaven knows I tried to hold my head up high and stay positive about turning
such a significant age but my soap opera life wouldn’t let me. While I let life
cloud my better judgment, my close family and friends allowed me to see the
monumental age in a whole new light.
It’s not entirely
my fault. You see the Plague of 25 stems from the inner little girl in us women
that made paper fortunetellers with her friends convincing us all that a fairytale
was two folds away. The little girls in us knew that at 25 being an adult would
be the best thing to ever happen to her. 25’s happy meal would include a great
job, money out of the wazoo, and a whole husband and Loft apartment. Damn that little girl that set her sights on
the moon because the now I have to look back and come to terms with the fact
that I indeed am not living what the Lil girl in me me envisioned.
Now before you grill me and raise your balding eyebrow my way, I know that I live a life that most would kill for but to be honest the underlying issues really take a toll on me. As my birthday neared I literally inched closer to a panic attack for I received some upsetting news and had an even more upsetting family conference call. I wanted nothing more than to cancel all my birthday shenanigans and fly home. I was so upset, hurt, afraid, mad that I felt like once again the devil had played a sick joke on me.
I learned in that moment that life couldn't be taken for granted. Turning another year should never be frightening. As cliche as it sounds every second, of every day, of every year is exactly what you make it. On February 26, 2015 I turned 25 and had this new outlook on life that washed over me. Dramatic as can be but it's very true indeed. I wanted the more for myself. I wanted to make that absolute best out of this life that I am living.
To my surprise I was showered in gifts. I was so overwhelmed with love that it brought me to tears. I never make a big deal out of my birthdays. Margaritas and good company is all that I need but this year I got so much more. Never in a million years would I have thought I would be turning 25 in New York City and with my own new found family. 25 was everything that I could ask for and more.
I learned in that moment that life couldn't be taken for granted. Turning another year should never be frightening. As cliche as it sounds every second, of every day, of every year is exactly what you make it. On February 26, 2015 I turned 25 and had this new outlook on life that washed over me. Dramatic as can be but it's very true indeed. I wanted the more for myself. I wanted to make that absolute best out of this life that I am living.
To my surprise I was showered in gifts. I was so overwhelmed with love that it brought me to tears. I never make a big deal out of my birthdays. Margaritas and good company is all that I need but this year I got so much more. Never in a million years would I have thought I would be turning 25 in New York City and with my own new found family. 25 was everything that I could ask for and more.
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