I turned 28 this past Saturday, and for some reason the lead up to this birthday actually caused me a bit of mental stress. And it isn’t the age, really. I’ve never been one to worry about aging. Growing older is a part of life. And also, please don’t begin to think that I feel ‘old’ now that I’m freaking 28. Ha, no way!
No, the mental stress came more in thinking about the fact that I am now right on the edge of my thirties and I was suddenly stuck thinking Is my life where I want it to be at this age? for hours on end while I tried to sleep at night.
Luckily, the logical organized part of my brain kicked in and gave my anxiety brain the boot, and I started writing in my journal as I tend to do when any sort of emotional turmoil kicks in, no matter how small or trivial. And after much writing, rambling, and self-analyzing, I realized, yeah, I AM pretty damn happy with where my life is. Life is good.
I have so many amazing things in my life now that I am completely thankful for. But beyond that, I have plans for where I want my life to be. And I find that so exciting! I love knowing that I am actively working on growing my life in different ways. I’m so happy with things now, but I’m just as happy knowing that this is not it. That there is so much more I have to do, and I’m working on making it happen. Obviously, things are not rainbows and sunshine all the time, but on the whole, life is just good. So while I may cringe when I see how young the college kids looks as I drive past the campus to go grocery shopping, I can happily say year 28 is looking pretty grand.
How did you feel about your last birthday?