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!