I turn 25 in less than 48 hours. HOLY EFF.
I’m freaking out a little. Just a little…because I see grey hairs on my head yet when I look through the mirror, I see this girl who is still ready to crash at any given moment and will giggle uncontrollably at something super lame the next.
Unfortunately, in addition to the fat-ass gene (Literally) and the just-big-enough boob gene (Actually, thanks for that), my parents have passed on some genetic gems: Grey hair that will sneakily take over my beautiful brown hair…by the time I’m 32. Possible early menopause as well. Thanks grandma! Stress…Is that even a gene? It should be. I’ve never been one to worry about age until recently. It’s like…people expect things from me now.
“Where did you go to school?”
“Oh I’m still going…I’m going for a 10 year record.”
“What do you do?”
“I twat all day. Oh you mean for a job? I deal with people throwing temper tantrums.”
“Oh are you married?”
“What do you want to do with your life?”
“Well, I wanted to be a lawyer…and then I wanted to have a suga daddy…the sex slave thing started to sound good for a while there. Now, I’m not so sure. Why, are you hiring?”
“So you write?”
“What do you write?”
“*looks around…whispers* What do you need written?”
Last year, my life had derailed in this major way and I was freaking out because OHMYGOD, I had to move out and I was single and I hated guys and I was going nowhere fast.
Now I’m just going down the rabbit hole fast but at least I have a plan.
This was my plan last year:
So this is the year I…
Move out. Huge, if you’ve known me for longer than 5 minutes, you already know. Done and DONE.
Finish my degree? Possibly. (Ummmmmmmmm.)
Launch my business? Quite possibly. Halfway. I launched my freelance career.
Travel off the east coast? After I move out, fo’ sure. IN JUNE, I WILL. I PROMISE. But I went up north to Boston. That should count.
Publish my first book? It might just be an e-book but yes. Shit. I knew I forgot something.
Start dating? *blank stare* We’ll come back to that one. I even found me a good man.
Derail and have to rethink my plans? Most likely.
Find a reason to laugh everyday? Without a doubt.
Intimidate people by being as real as it gets? I don’t think I have a choice.
Be afraid? Aren’t we all sometimes?
Make new friends, get stronger with the old ones & weed out the shit ones? Every.day.
Live? Even if it terrifies me.
I guess I should come up with a new plan, eh?
Speaking of grey hair…
And of course, this handsome devil I call my man.