Well, I have arrived at the beginning of the last year of my 20s. AACK! How did this happen to me? I feel like it was just yesterday that I was sitting in Stabler Arena next to Rob Thear and watching my high school classmates march across stage for our graduation. Yet somehow, while I wasn’t looking I finished college, spent time in three different careers, and returned to school. I lived in two different apartments and then came back home. I spent a long time as half of a couple. I learned how to scrapbook and rubber stamp and knit. And I probably read several hundred books between then and now. It’s crazy how time flies when you aren’t paying attention.
I remember back in the eighties, probably while sitting on the playground at my Catholic school in Texas, talking about how cool it would be when the year 2000 came because I would be 23. Hmmm…and now I am 29. I spent the eve of the new millenium playing drinking games in a condo in Ocean City, MD, and I probably forgot to remember how cool it was to be 23 as the year 2000 was rung in. I do remember noticing that the power hadn’t gone out and thinking that Y2K was a sham. Of course, looking back now, I realize that it WAS cool to be 23…but it’s cool to be 29 too.
My dear cousin Rebecca called me today to remind me that I was now an old fart like she is (although she will ALWAYS be older), but I was quick to inform her that I am NOT old. I won’t be old until next year. Really, it’s true that you are only as old as you feel. And since most days (as long as all my parts are working okay), I feel like a young and fresh 23 year old ringing in the new millenium, I am not going to worry about my mileage. I even get carded at bars once in a while (the best thing ever, in my opinion), which convinces me that I don’t look my age. So if I don’t look my age, feel my age, or act my age…maybe there was a big mix-up and I am not really 29! In any case, here’s to another year of growth and change and progress. And here’s to the people who help see me through it!