If you had asked if I was excited to be twenty five, I'd sure as hell tell you I wasn't. It might be that my new ID came in the mail and it doesn't have the red line that says Age 21 in 2009. (The red line that lives on my OLD ID screams, I'm still young please look at my ID closer). Or it might be that I am half way to fifty, either way it was gettin' to my head. But I figured if Nadine could survive it, I could too.
Shared Words of Wisdom.
But as my birthday (yesterday) came and went, I realized it wasn't going to be so bad. My day was perfectly normal from beginning to end. Except for my new watch (he must read my blog), the Starbucks waiting on my desk, the door decorating, surprise lunch, princess balloon (now I know what my office really thinks of me), dinner date, and night spent by the fire, among other things.
(please note, the watch)
And how else do I feel about 25? Or 24, after reflecting on it.
I won't bore you with that
crap, because the truth is, I haven't given either much thought.
I'm still just sitting here dumbfounded trying to figure out how I went from 24 to 25 so quickly, it was like I blinked, and boom an entire year passed.