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I've been feeling strangely reflective. Okay, maybe not strangely. My 25th birthday is coming up, I recently moved into my boyfriend's apartment, and have gone through a swath of medical malfunctions. So strangely isn't so strange.
But when I think about what I wanted for twenty five, the only thing that really stands out is published. By twenty five I wanted to be published. Not devouring other people's art, but creating. vibrantly.
Other things that have made the list at various times: a successful television talk show, living in new york city (check), a job that I love (check), a tinier version of myself, cooking skills, a balcony, an apartment building full of people I love, a reputation as a fabulous hostess, fame for something not embarrassing or infamous.
That's all i can remember now, but I was missing all my missed opportunities last night. And I ended up with something much better: Bright Eyes and Boyfriend in soul soothing snuggles.
But when I think about what I wanted for twenty five, the only thing that really stands out is published. By twenty five I wanted to be published. Not devouring other people's art, but creating. vibrantly.
Other things that have made the list at various times: a successful television talk show, living in new york city (check), a job that I love (check), a tinier version of myself, cooking skills, a balcony, an apartment building full of people I love, a reputation as a fabulous hostess, fame for something not embarrassing or infamous.
That's all i can remember now, but I was missing all my missed opportunities last night. And I ended up with something much better: Bright Eyes and Boyfriend in soul soothing snuggles.