I’m the kind of girl that likes to spend the entire month of February celebrating my birthday. I start the countdown the day after Christmas and by the time my birthday arrives, my entire family is absolutely sick of me – and my birthday. It’s a little extreme, I know. But this year, I just haven’t been as excited.
I’m getting to the age where the milestone birthdays are over…16 was magical (sweet 16!) 18 was a blast (I can vote!), 21 was even better (I can drink!), then 24 came (I can rent a car!). Ok, well renting a car isn’t as exciting, but anyways, the fun birthdays are over. And I’m confronted with how fast time is changing and I’m having a little trouble accepting it.
When I think about where I am in my life right now, it’s not anything I expected it to be. Trust me, this is not a bad thing. It’s just not what I had planned. If you would have known me in high school or college, by my age this is what I would have predicted for myself:
– I’d be living in a fabulous apartment in New York City
– I’d be rapidly climbing the corporate ladder and kicking ass at some fabulous international company (a future VP!)
– I’d be making six figures and have an open credit line at Bergdorf’s (a girl can dream!)
Ok, so by my age most of this seems a little out of reach if not impossible, but it just goes to show you how much your dreams can change.
If someone would have told me that at my age, I would be engaged to the man of my dreams and starting to plan my life with another person, I would have thought you were crazy! I never pictured myself marrying until my thirties (not sure why) and I would have never guessed I would meet my soul mate right out of college. I had a plan for myself, but looks like God had another one. 🙂
Now I’m realizing that this isn’t a quarterlife crisis; this is the start of something new. Something exciting, something special, and a beginning to a life I never thought I’d be lucky enough to have.
Like I said, it just goes to show how much your dreams can change.