Monday, July 22, 2013

25

It's my 25th birthday today.

This year, for some reason, I've been reflecting not on the last 25 years necessary, but on the number itself.

25 seems like a very respectable age. I've often been told I am mature beyond my age, but I don't know, maybe I've finally caught up with myself.

I remember when I first got married, many of my newlywed peers that I respected and admired were 25. People I wanted to be like. Grounded. Sure of themselves. Driven.

I know I have grown a lot in this area over the past few years. As a 20-year-old, I felt inadequate in many ways. I would tell myself, "I'm so young, that's why I can't get this right." "I'm too young to understand." "I don't have enough experience."

I caught myself internally giving this excuse the other day. And I thought, no, that's not going to work anymore.

I am responsible for this person I have created. We are pushing full steam ahead, no looking back. May my weaknesses be ready to buckle at the knees, for I have decided I'm ready to be who I was always meant to be.



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