I had a wonderful birthday. It started off with a delivery of morning Starbucks, followed by a sweet lunch, a little shopping and my favorite for dinner: sushi and martinis. I spent it with my best friend who took care to make me feel special. He succeeded.
Birthdays can be funny though.
I had this weird twinge of concern as I thought "oh my word, I'm 24." I know that is not "old," so quit rolling your eyes. What I mean is, this is the age I thought I'd be set; tremendously successful, deliriously happy, with a husband and maybe child, definitely a dog and quaint little home. And when I was high school imagining my twenties, 24 seemed like waiting. I remember saying "I'm not going to settle down until I'm 24 or 25- I want to live first!"
Ha..
It makes me laugh now. According to 17 year old Lindsey, I should have hit all these Cinderella-style benchmarks by now and be living the suburban dream.
It's funny to reflect.
I have to tell you though, I love where I'm at. I feel like I'm on the brink looking out at the rest of my life, and it looks beautiful. I've found my true life's work, I've met the most wonderful and caring man, my family is strong and supportive, and I know now (much more than I did in my teens) who I am. I still got a whole lot of living to do and I know that all these wonderful moments will come in time. So while I laugh at where I thought I'd be 24 and feel I've let down that little, naive 17 year old that still sneaks up in me, I am more grateful than ever to be standing in a different place than "planned."
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