It's my birthday!
I am a officially a year older, and I'd like to think a year wiser. As of today, twenty-two is gone and twenty-three has arrived. I know, right? You're probably thinking "OMG! 23? You're a baby!"
I get that all. the. time.
Co-workers, friends and even my parents tend to forget that although I've been on the after-college, Advertising grind, for two years --it's only because of my very early graduation from dear Kent State.
I am young but, I've always thought I was a bit of an old soul. I wanted to graduate college early, get on the career train, and rise, rise, rise to the top of Account Service. I wanted all the success of a 30-something, in my 20-something body. I still do.
But, I have learned recently, that people are right when they say the beauty is the trip and not the destination. So, I've slowed down a bit- tried to embrace my twenty-something self and be who I am, right now- in this moment- on my birthday.
When I began thinking about my birthday I initially thought of all the amazing plans I have for this week. A great work birthday, margaritas, painting, a day at the spa and plenty of dinner dates in-between. But, I also started thinking about where this year has gotten me.
It's been another year of my life. 12 months! 365 days! What have I done with them?
I've started boxing, and training for a 10K. For those of you who know me, I hate to run. This is monumental.
I've traveled to Las Vegas, Chicago, LA, Mexico and a few states in-between.
I've finally accepted that my hair is black for life and highlights will never, ever, be cute on me.
I've moved jobs, to my current position at Marcus Thomas LLC. where I could not be happier.
I've lost friends, gained friends, and reunited with old friends.
I've started to embrace my loud, and sometimes obnoxiously-honest self. I will never be the nice, quiet one. I'm pretty much done trying.
I've stopped being so hard on myself for everything that I can't do, and have begun embrace what I can do. We all have strengths and weaknesses.
I've decided to go back to school.
I've stopped sitting on the sideline for issues I care about and started giving what I could. If I don't have time, I give money. To Animal Rights, KONY 2012, KSU Alumni Association and Battered Women's Shelters in Cleveland.
When I sit down, and begin to list all of the moments, triumphs, losses, lessons learned that make up my twenty-second year, it's overwhelming.
Day to day nothing monumental is happening, or changing, but when you look back--everything is suddenly different--changed. You're in a whole different place than you were at twenty-one and you'll never be in this place again, especially not at twenty-three.
I'm proud of twenty-two. It was a great year.
Here's to many more...