Today I am entering into my final year as a twenty-something. It's weird. How can I be turning 29? I'm still a little girl who wants to be a Disney Princess when I grow up. Not a mature woman who is married, owns a home, car, dog, has a full-time job, and is getting her Master's degree. Oh wait... It's still weird.
But, I'm actually also really excited. This past year I have grown more as a person than any other time in my life. I learned how to ignore that pesky voice in my head that always always tells me that I cannot do something (anything!) and to instead do what I know will make me happy and fulfilled. I realized that my passion in life is communication and decided to go back to school to learn more about it and make it my career. I took the time to start caring more about the way I look when I walk out the door each morning, and it's amazing what a little eye makeup, nail polish, spritz of perfume, braid, and high quality wardrobe can do for the self-esteem. I realized that television is a complete waste of time and distraction and no longer ever watch it, except for when Dayv and I are marathon watching a series (Fringe, Dexter, True Detective, and now Sopranos).
This past year, I have made a strategic and conscious effort to be the person I want to be when I grow up. You know, one of those people you look at and think, "Wow, she's got her shit together." And even though sometimes (or most of the time...) I still feel like I'm in the dark, fumbling around for the light, I know that I will find it. And that's comforting. Fake it 'til you make it.
According to my mom, who religiously reads my horoscope, this upcoming year is my year. Although I am definitely not one who believes in that kind of stuff, I feel that way, too. Good things are coming, I just know it.