Feeling incredibly refreshed after getting some AMAZING news via email. I definitely win. Plus, images from last night’s dinner keep flashing back in my head, pleasant and warm. A year ago, I would have never imagined being able to cook for even one other person, much less nine. It’s insanely awesome.
Life is getting better and better.
The past week has gotten me thinking. I feel surrounded by 20-somethings declaring themselves ‘old’. It’s ridiculous. Old is just a concept. I would have imagined that at 25, I’d feel so wholly together. I’d be IT. Honestly? I don’t feel that much different to how I used to feel when I was 19. Just more experienced.
I’ve also met people who haven’t really grown out of their childhood conditioning. They carry their baggage close to them, hugging it tightly like security blankets. It doesn’t matter how much life experience they’ve had, they carry the same stories in their head, locking themselves into just one tale.
I mean, I’m guilty of this too at times. We all are. But I believe stories are there to be rewritten, and it’s a good thing. I’d want to still be feeling this way when I’m 30, 40, 60, 100.