I just turned 28. I'm totally having a delayed quarter-life crisis. But not in a panicky, I-suck-at-life way. More like: I'm almost out of my twenties, I've survived so far, bless-my-heart sort of way. So I guess it's not really a crisis, more like an evolution, an acceptance toward my true self. Three years ago, I used to sit by my window in my suburban house waiting for neighbors, ANYONE, to come by so I could say hi and introduce myself and hope they like me and think I'm really cool and friend-worthy. Now? I seriously DGAF (don't give an eff) anymore. I am who I am. I'm 28--what do you want from me?!?
All kidding aside (sort of), this year is about finally growing into my skin, acknowledging what my true strengths and passions are, and doing what I want to do without thinking other people care or are watching. Not that I don't care about other people, but the bulk of what I've done in life has been tailored toward what I thought other people wanted me to do. What I am learning is no one is really tracking me (or you!) so there is so much freedom in just relaxing and following my bliss. I often joke with my sister: I've already flamed and bottomed out. So at this point, who really cares what I end up doing with my life?
Being 28 is great. It's freedom. I didn't do well as a young and angsty I-keep-making-the-same-bad-decisions-over-and-over-again Christine. I am inching toward womanhood and I finally feel like I am taking a step forward, not backward. Shiz getting real but I think I'm liking it.
|Edward and his Aunt Beth made me a bday cake.|
|I am obsessed with taking care of my health now. I will do a post on my daily regimen soon.|
|Since it's snowy and cold here, I've been in bed...writing...my...baby story...|