Friday, I began the last year of my 20s. As it is with many, my first instinct was dread, and wondering what it is I’ve been doing for a decade. Then, the “old person wisdom” kicked in, and I realized, during my 20s I:
Earned a Bachelor’s degree, earned a Master’s degree, shared living space with girls who would become some of my best friends, lived in Australia, lived in Michigan in a bona fide college town, made it to (ALMOST) every out-of-town family birthday party I was able to, walked next to the Pyramids of Giza, auditioned for Rent, created (and followed through on) a blog, met/fell in love with/fought for the man of my dreams, successfully navigated a long distance relationship, got married, stood up in weddings for my best friends, was a maid of honor, learned how to change a diaper, saw Dave Matthews from the front row, met Beyonce in Toronto, watched Tom Hanks film a movie in Rome, sweated it out next to the Parthenon in Athens, rode a cruise ship that didn’t sink, taught in my own 5th grade classroom, became an aunt, wrote radio commercials, had my own office (with a window!), designed an important marketing campaign, made new friends from California to Tennessee to France and beyond, ate a lot of weird and exotic food, had countless great nights out with friends, traveled alone, drove a speedboat, went fishing for the first time, “ran” in three 5K races, and probably accomplished a few other things, too.
July 19, 2013, I woke up on my 29th birthday in Italy, with my husband, and smiled. Sometimes, you just need to take a minute and adjust your perspective. I’m very grateful to be here.