After 25 comes…
Tomorrow is my birthday. I don’t know how it happened either. I blinked and it went from Memorial day to the first day of fall. Where did the time go? Like, honestly. I have no idea.
Tomorrow, I will be turning 26. That’s a crazy thing to think about. There was a time I didn’t think I would be able to hold my life together until 23, nevermind 26. But I will be 26. Which is weird to say. Except I’ve decided I’m not turning 26. At least not just yet.
Last year at this time, I was falling apart. I had no job, I was barely scraping by financially, I was sick (SCREW YOU, LYME DISEASE), I was in a fake relationship and I was so sad I could hardly function. But I celebrated my 25th birthday surrounded by people that love me. I had a lovely dinner and cake with my parents. My most wonderful Soupsnake Lilo invited over some friends so that we could play Apples to Apples and enjoy cupcakes. And even though I was so sad it hurt me, it was okay. I had friends, I had love and I smacked a smile on my face for that night. The first 6 months of being 25 were shit. they were terrible. Everything that sucked when I first turned 25 kept on sucking until almost exactly 6 months later, March 24th.
I’ve decided I’m turning 25.2. I’m going to relive those first 6 months of being 25 because the first time? That was no way to spend 6 months of being a quarter of a century old. I’m going to up the awesome level. I’m going to smile and be nice to people (sorta. I make no promises it will happen all the time). I’m going to get back to the gym. I’m going work my tail off at work (not that it’s an option not to, but you know what I mean). I’m going to move home (boooooo) but I’m going to do my damnest not to let my mom get to me. I’m going to not be in a fake relationship with anyone because I’m so much better than that.
I’m going to take everything that I went through and re-do it. I’m going to make the first 6 months of 25 part 2 be freakin’ amazing. And it’s starting out right. We’re having bagels tomorrow at work for my birthday. I’m going to see the trainer after work. I’m going back to my parents house for Chinese take-out and birthday cake. And then, after all that, I’m going out with a boy for drinks. He’s well aware that it’s my birthday. It’s a ballsy move on his behalf, but he knows what’s at stake. I told him about the 25.2 endeavor. And I’m going to trust him enough (which is probably stupid) that he won’t screw it up. He is very nice and lovely. I’m sure that I will post more about him later – especially if it all goes well.
So tomorrow I relive it all – and honestly, I can’t waiÞ
