my birthday was earlier this month, good ole twenty six. it actually, truly, snuck up on me this year. i’ve never forgotten my birthday, nor let anyone forget that it was coming. i don’t know, it was probably due to getting married and this insane month at work, but this year i just blinked and suddenly i was 26.
i feel like this year it’s wasnt about celebrating my age, it was a celebration of the year. like a 2nd New Year’s Eve, I grew nostalgic thinking about 25. What I survived. What I learned. What I was given. What i grew out of and what i became.
I’m excited about 26. about what i will experience, what chances I will take. I feel like after 25, i want to grab life by the horns and just run with it. run as far and as long as i possibly can, squeeze every last beautiful drop of happiness and magic that i can from this year. life is so precious, so very precarious.
I’ve been blessed with this one beautiful life. I just can’t help but wonder: what kind of fantastical adventures will happen in 26?