Today I turn the ripe old age of 25. My sister sent me a text today: How does it feel to be halfway through your twenties? Actually, not so bad! :) Sure, I could look at this milestone in a glass-half-empty way: If I live to be 100, that means my life is 1/4 over. If I only reach 75, I've already gobbled up 1/3 of my years. Don't even get me started on if I live until just 50! But seriously, who wants to think like that?
Although it's strange to think I've been alive for a quarter of a century, it's encouraging too. Looking back on the past 25 years, I feel I've actually accomplished a lot in my short lifetime. I wrote an entire book (well, probably several books at this point if you count all the revisions) and am actively pursuing publication. I got married to a wonderful man and bought my first home. I have a big-girl job and utilize all those math skills I never thought I'd actually need. I studied abroad in London, graduated from college with honors, and apparently drank enough milk to grow an extra 1 1/2 inches since High School. I nursed a dying baby ferret back to health, painted a pretty sweet jaguar, and learned how to make one kick-butt peach cobbler. And let's not forget all those life-skills I learned in my early years, like how to tie my shoes and use the potty. (Can't tell you how many times those things have come in handy...)
That's a lot for just 25 years; who knows what I can accomplish in the next 25, 50, or 75? So no, my life is not 1/4 over, but 1/4 accomplished. Of course there are regrets and "what if's," that linger in the dark corners of my mind, but there are exponentially more hopes and happy thoughts of "what's to come?" I look forward to discovering what the next quarter century brings my way--and hope it involves a series of blockbuster movies and a Beast of Bannock theme park. ;)
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