Today is my half birthday.....182.5 days into my 28th year of life.
28...and a half.
Bangs that start in the middle of your head were all the rage...especially when you had a baby mullet.
That sounds like a very put-together age doesn't it? It sounds like the age of someone who has it together. Someone who maybe has a house. Or at least a better relationship with her iron and oven than I do.
When I turned 28, it seemed like things changed...Up until then it was all about being young. It was all about being in your 20s. About making mistakes and being wild. And then when 28 came, it seemed the focus shifted. Suddenly life was about being "in your late 20s" and "2 years away from 30."
But what happened to 28?
I have to admit that, so far, 28 has been fun but clouded with fear and worry.
I'm not where I should be in life.
I'm not where I thought I would be in life.
I'm not where any of my friends are in life.
I should learn to cook.
I should buy a house.
But as I reach the half-way point of this year, I want to reclaim it.
I don't want to look forward or worry about 29...or 30. I want to be 28 (and a half) for as long as I am 28 (and a half).
I want it to be filled with wonderment and excitement and ....LIFE.
I want to know all there is to know about being 28-and-a-half and live this season for all it's supposed to be.