A Rant on 24

A few of my friends have recently turned 24. This number won't hit me until December, but I've had so many thoughts about this particular birthday. No, it's not 25, or 30, but it still seems...old. It's so funny to say that because I know any 30-40 year old reading this would want to punch me in my face. Perhaps this train of thought stems from all of the expectations we (I) put on our (my) years.

Let's unravel this. Show of hands, who thought they would be somewhere different than they are now at fill-in-the-blank-age? Never would I ever imagine myself living in Indianapolis, working at an energy-efficiency company, semi-single (taking time to focus on ourselves... good thing! happy thing! -- to set the record straight), living in an apartment behind a fashion mall with roommates? Ah. Saying (typing) this out loud has me befuddled and kind of makes me laugh.

At times our expectations are our worst enemy, our biggest criticizer. I should be at point A, point B, and point C. Not here. Not this! These thoughts are ridiculous. So I ask myself, "Okay then, where do you think you should be?" My answer is always, "I don't know, not here?"

The year of 24, of almost reaching my mid-20's...who knows what will come of it, and who really cares? Regardless of what age you're turning, what your career is, where you are in life- it shouldn't affect your thankfulness or your recognition that if you're surrounded by loved ones, have a roof over your head, and are paying your rent... the rest is silly nonsense. Put on your hot party dress, get a little tipsy, and enjoy your year of aging. Why the hell not?

Now for fun, take a look at the evolution of my birthdays:

21st- can you tell?

22

23

Happy recent birthday shout outs to some of my best girls- Ally Boardman & Kelly Millspaugh, & an early shout out to Shana Clatterbuck. Be proud, ladies! :)

love you e,
love, t.