The 10th Anniversary of My 21st Birthday

I’ve got an anniversary coming up – a big one!  Oh, where I was then, and where I am now – what a difference!  Like, not even in the same universe different!  I was having a grand ole time down in Gainesville, doing what most 21-year-olds do in a college town.  Little did I know where 10 years would take me – it’s greater than I could have ever imagined.

I consider myself a happy person.  The little things make me smile.  I love the life I have now – even though it’s not glamorous, even though I don’t get out much, and even though I have more responsibility than I ever could have fathomed.  And I have my 21-year-old self to thank for that.  If I hadn’t done all that I did at 21 – sometimes stupid, sometimes reckless and always fun – I would not be able to find the contentment I have today with my simple little life.  Yes, I had enough fun back then to last a lifetime!  I love that me and the hubs stay home most of the time.  I love that we live in a quiet neighborhood in the suburbs.  I love that I work a 9 to 5.  I love spending my weekends with my boys.  I look forward to their extracurriculars taking over my life one day soon! (Ok, I’m sure I’ll regret saying that in a couple of years!) I love all these normal, ordinary things, and I don’t feel like I’m missing out on anything!  Thank you, thank you, thank you!  Sure, I made some stupid decisions – but luckily I’m still around to talk about them!  But stupid decisions helped me to mature into the person I am today. (We’ll see how I feel about the risk/reward ratio on stupid decisions when my kids grow up!)

I’ve tried to think of any advice I would give my 21-year-old self, and there’s really just one thing – don’t get your belly button pierced.  Don’t do it.  Seriously.  You don’t want to know what that thing will look like after two kids. [Sigh]

So happy anniversary to me! It’s good to be (almost) 31!