In three days I turn 28. Yes, 28. And it panics me. I am almost 30 years old. In Joey Tribbiani’s words, “Why, God? Why?”
I actually had to take out a calculator to double check my math (hey, it’s not my best subject). I am on the verge of hitting another decade and I’ve not completed nearly any of the goals I thought I would have completed by now: written a book and published it, visited Europe again (or Africa, or even Australia), and I certainly have not gotten myself out of my college debt yet. What’s that trending hashtag, again? Something about us being the generation that gets out of college debt. Yeah, when’s that happening.
I think my feelings about aging are pretty good summed up here by Rachel from Friends, we need a plan, people. And the planning better start now:
She gets me. I still feel young, but what do I have to show for it? Certainly not all the luxuries I see others having, and I still work a second job to pay the bills.
So today I took the opportunity of a day off to make myself feel a little better, get back to me. I shook all the red hair dye out of my locks (thank you, Ren!), got a sweet cut (thank you, Alyssa!), and made a promise to myself that by the time I’m 30, I won’t be panicking. I will be close to getting out of my college loan debt (if not already) and I will have written and published that book. Two good goals, I think.
So here’s to turning 28. It’s not all bad, right? Right?
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You will always be my beautiful little flower girl 🙂 And someday we will go to Africa together to meet my orphans. And won’t it be great when there are two authors in the family….you and I, I haven’t forgotten about my book either. have a great day, love ya !
I can’t wait to go to Africa. I’m still dreaming about it!