a fond contemplation on age
today's a big day for me. as of 11:46 this morning, i am now a quarter of a century old. i hate calling attention to this fact. i'd rather it slip through the sands of time with little or now mention, yet it seems fitting to take a moment and reflect. after all, all visages of youth are now gone. i can no longer claim that i am a recent college grad. i can no longer pretend that wardrobe, makeup, and attitude are natural consequences of inexperience or my age. nope - i am officially an adult.
officially.
there's no turning back.
and i hate it.
i am a feminine peter pan who's clinging to an "i don't wanna grow up" mantra. Jeremy, the darling dear, tries to understand and soothes me with comments like "you're not old. you're being silly." i grimace in response. in my mind, as unfair as it is, he would have no idea what it's like to be at this threshold: he's only 23. he's got a 17 months to go.
i realize this is all unfair and leaves me open to criticism from my endearing friends and family. but, it's what i feel. *shrugs* i'll come to my senses soon enough. heehee
so today...
my supervisor and coworker surprised me with a "secret meeting"...i.e., lunch at the local Indian restaurant.
my loving hubby sent me gerbera daisies in an awesome vase. they completely brighten my space (i think i could get used to this...)
i got cute, cute boots (burgandy with a pink ribbon twined up the sides), a cute cardigan, and a nifty all-weather blanket.
we had sushi...yummy, yummy sushi at a cool little sushi bar near uncg. it was capped off with a strawberry tempura shortcake and a coffee from across the street.
i was privileged with lovely conversations with loved ones.
i feel loved.
officially.
there's no turning back.
and i hate it.
i am a feminine peter pan who's clinging to an "i don't wanna grow up" mantra. Jeremy, the darling dear, tries to understand and soothes me with comments like "you're not old. you're being silly." i grimace in response. in my mind, as unfair as it is, he would have no idea what it's like to be at this threshold: he's only 23. he's got a 17 months to go.
i realize this is all unfair and leaves me open to criticism from my endearing friends and family. but, it's what i feel. *shrugs* i'll come to my senses soon enough. heehee
so today...
my supervisor and coworker surprised me with a "secret meeting"...i.e., lunch at the local Indian restaurant.
my loving hubby sent me gerbera daisies in an awesome vase. they completely brighten my space (i think i could get used to this...)
i got cute, cute boots (burgandy with a pink ribbon twined up the sides), a cute cardigan, and a nifty all-weather blanket.
we had sushi...yummy, yummy sushi at a cool little sushi bar near uncg. it was capped off with a strawberry tempura shortcake and a coffee from across the street.
i was privileged with lovely conversations with loved ones.
i feel loved.