I don’t even know what that means. Am I supposed to have a job or babies or something? Well, I have none of that!
The truth is, 28 has been a somewhat tough year. But it’s also been an exciting, fun year. It’s been mixed with a range of emotions and I’ve had a lot of time to think (A LOT of time to think.)
My year started off with getting laid off from a job that I wasn’t exactly crazy about in the first place. And then I spent the next couple of months angry, sad and bitter. I also took a beginner’s pottery class while feeling angry, sad and bitter. I learned that pottery is hard work.
And I had the most amazing time in New Zealand. I fell in love with the country and met the kindest people while traveling. My angry, sad and bitter mood turned into a happy, carefree and I’m-going-to-drink-cappuccinos-everyday-just because-I-can mood.
When I came back to America, I refused to continue down the same employment path that I was previously on, and I have no idea what I’ve been doing since then. I’ve been trying (trying is the key word here) to stay active by getting my butt to the gym a few times a week, and keep the joyful attitude I had in New Zealand (it’s really hard to do when you’re NOT in NZ). I’ve moved out of the same building I grew up in and practically lived in all of my life and into a new area in Chicago. I’ve made some new, really cool friends. I’ve reconnected with some old friends. And I’ve let go of some toxic friends who were affecting my spirit.
Somewhere in-between this year I met my favorite singer, Mariah Carey. (True story and perhaps I’ll tell you all about it on a separate blog post one day.)
There were a lot of ups and downs. There were plenty of adventures. And I’ve had time to reflect on what I truly want out of life. Now I just need to take action and stay positive and push myself in the right direction and NOT give into the 15 seconds Netflix gives you in-between episodes to decide what you want to do with your life.
My dreams will come true. All of them. I’ll be sure of it.
But for now, there’s a cocktail somewhere with my name written on it.
Here’s to 28. It’s been one hell of a year.