This is where I'm supposed to tell you how stoked I am for a day when I can do whatever I want, eat a whole bunch, and be lavished upon with gifts. The truth is... I am feeling pretty introspective about this upcoming celebration. I am looking forward to it, just not in the way I did as a kid.
My 20s are coming to a close... this year marks the beginning of the "late 20's" stage. 27. Isn't it funny what you picture about being an age? At 22, I was positive that I would have a great job, a husband, and maybe even a kid. 5-ish years later...
I have a good job. It pays the bills, it has allowed for Ammon and I both to go back to school without Ammon having to work. No, there isn't much left over at the end of the month, but we are getting by okay. And I work with the most supportive, loving people. They are amazing.
I'm not married but I did manage to find a far superior man to the boys I was dating back then. We have a pretty solid thing going on. And after 2.5 years, I've gotta say it just keeps getting better for us.
No baby, either. But that's okay. Honestly, I always wanted career, husband, then baby. I'm getting the opportunity to have it husband, career, then baby. And that suits me just fine.
|No mini-me for us just yet!|
So, I decided to pick a phrase that I'm going to use to define these next 12 months... from July 1, 2012 to June 30, 2013.
...I can tell I work in leasing, because I had to spell that out for you. Breanne, I hope you're proud.
But, if you want to hear what my defining phrase of the 27th year is going to be, you'll have to come back tomorrow! Have a fabulous Monday, my friends!