New Year, New Age

It's January now and a few weeks ago, on New Years Eve, I turned twenty-six. That's right kids in Math 101, technically I now have to round up to thirty. Most people tell me "oh darlin' you're just a baby!" Or they say, "thirties are the new twenties."

Honestly though, turning twenty-five was harder for me than turning twenty-six. I've changed a lot as a person in the last ten years.

Ten years ago, I was getting my driver's licence and my first car. (1987 crystal blue Ford Thunderbird.) I was assistant stagemanager. I was just a baby. I was your typical moody teen. I had way too much of a lust-crush on a certain English teacher and I didn't have a clue - really.

Ten years and four cars later, I have a 2004 Black Grand Am - which I bought new. Vampress (the name of my car) is in serious need of a bath as I write this - so some things never change. I bought my condo a year and a half ago. I have an good paying job in Marketing and Writing, and a promising freelance career also. I don't have any lust-crushes. I've learned to not be moody. (That took some practice.) I've had my heart broken, but I learned to love others and myself.

I don't fret about things I have no control over or things I can't change. I have an honest relationship with my family and my friends. I'm not afraid of anything - I'm just cautiously smart. Unlike my sixteen year old self, I have many groups of diverse friends.

I think, at twenty-six, I finally became the well-rounded woman my mom hoped I'd become. I'm happy with my life. Though it's not entirely what I dreamed for myself at sixteen; I think it's a good, wise life.

In this new year, I make no resolutions other than this: to continue to grow and to be thankful.

I have no idea what 2008 will bring with it, but it's a year of possibilities. I can feel it.