So yeah. On Friday, I turned 26. It’s official. I’m in the last year of my mid-20s. That’s it. I’m on the downhill slope to 30. And you know what? I’m kind of cool with it, which is weird for me. I’ve been freaking out about birthdays since I was 16 and now, I’m suddenly over it. I joke about not aging, about how I’d rather be turning 25 again, but really, I’m okay.
I think a lot of it has to do with where I’m at. I’m comfortable with what I’ve accomplished at this point. I have a career and a dog and a house and a husband and a lawn mower and a pie pan. I’ve got some plans, some great friends. There are actual curtains on some of the windows in my house instead of towels and tapestries as in birthdays past. Things are good and logical and I’m pretty cozy in my current situation.
When I turned 24, I said “I don’t remember hating a birthday as much as I hate this one.” And I was serious. I was pissed at the month of March, at 2008, at the Earth for spinning and everything else because damn it! I didn’t want to turn 24! I wasn’t ready. I wasn’t prepared for the ascent into my mid-20s because I hadn’t done ANYTHING (not counting, of course, the time I got deployed to Kosovo, got married, got divorced and got married again, but really, who keeps track of all that REALLY BIG stuff anyway?). I didn’t have a job. I wasn’t in school. I didn’t have a plan. Andrew and I were still being reclusive and I was not ready for turning 24 and all it’s bullshit expectations and lines in the sand that I couldn’t measure up to.
Hindsight is 20/20 though. Much like my newly improved vision. Things got better. I stopped being such a bitch about aging and about absolutely having to accomplish x, y and z by a certain point in life. Because things change. Sometimes you get really depressed and don’t do anything for a while. Sometimes you get deployed and can’t finish school. Sometimes relationships fail. Sometimes friendships end. And it’s horrible and wretched and it sucks. And then things get better. Until they start to suck again.
What was that about time being cyclical and about life cycles? Yeah, I get it now.
26th Birthday Weekend Recap of Goodness
Friday: Woke up. Opened a present. Went to Trader Joe’s and Whole Foods. Stocked up on food my vegan friends could eat. Came home. Opened a present. Snuggled the dog. Kissed my husband. Went to lunch with my co-workers. Opened a present. Watched TV. Enjoyed some time for introspection while Andrew went to the gym. Baked a chocolate chip cheesecake from a recipe I got from this blogger. Opened a present. Got dressed up. Felt weird about not wearing make-up (I couldn’t, and still can’t, because of the LASIK) with heels. Picked up friends, who I’ve known for almost 10 years, from the bus station. Squeed about friends being in Richmond. Showed friends around the house. Drank a glass of wine. Got a book I’ve been wanting for forever from my old friends. Left friends at my house to go see Wicked. Got McDonald’s for dinner. Saw Wicked (#99 on the list). Donated $20 to BroadwayCares. Came home. Drank a whole bottle wine all by myself and stayed up talking until past 4am. Passed the eff out while the room spun around me.
Saturday: Woke up late. Felt like death. Cursed that bottle of wine of I drank on Friday night. Snuggled my husband. Watched TV with my husband and friends. Drank some tea. Ate a bagel. Regretted eating a bagel. Moaned and whined about feeling like death. Snuggled on my husband some more. Put on real pants (at 2pm). Went to the SPCA. Fed treats to the dogs, played with the cats. Almost brought a cat home. Went to Belle Isle to prove to my friends, who live in DC, that Richmond has nature and history. Laughed. Took some pictures. Stood in awe of the James River and all it’s powerful roaring. Went to dinner at Ipanema, a place where my vegan friends had menu options. Enjoyed dinner. Went to a bowling alley for a friend’s 30th birthday celebration (Her birthday is the same as mine and she is just as awesome as I am. And just as loud. It’s why I love her.). There was a metal show at the bowling alley. That was neat. I drank a beer or two. I didn’t bowl because my eyes were hurting and the lights were bright. Watched other people bowl. Laughed. Realized how lucky I am to have a group of friends. Went home. Took a shower. Went to sleep just as the clock struck 12.
Sunday: Woke up early. Freaked out about daylight savings time. Went to an eye appointment. Had my protective contact band-aid taken out. Drove around the neighborhood. Went back home. Watched TV. Went to brunch. Met a friend’s new girlfriend. Like the friend’s new girlfriend. Took my DC friends back to the bus station. Felt sad they were leaving, but happy they’d come down. Contemplated napping. Didn’t. Watched TV. Played the Sims 3. For hours and hours. Went to bend late.
Best birthday weekend ever. It was deliciously low-key and just crazy enough to make me smile at the thought of it. I think 26 is going to be a good year.