This could also be titled: Reflecting on the best year of my life (so far).
Later today my friends and I leave Cville for Las Vegas!!!!!!!
There will be four of us meeting up with my twin sis and four of her friends for a smashing, crazy bday celebration in the City of Sin. 30 is a big birthday. I don’t think I need to reiterate that much 😉
I’ve been mildly freaking out about leaving my 20s, but having this trip has definitely helped! I actually freaked out more when I turned 25. But here’s the thing: I don’t think freak outs are bad. Like I said when I turned 25 I had a pretty major melt down. I thought I was getting so old and felt like my early 20s had flown by. As a high school teacher I also felt like I had “aged” prematurely and had missed out on all of the fun my friends had in their early 20s.
So I had what I call “THE” freak out. I decided that 25 was going to be the best year of my life (and wouldn’t you know it, it WAS…by far!). I signed up for my first marathon; I took advantage of every social opportunity (even joined a bowling team, which was SOOO much fun); I spent my savings and traveled around the Middle East, Europe, Central and South America; I hiked to the top of a 16,000 foot mountain in Peru; I got a 4.0 in my master’s degree at the top program in the country for my field. Let’s just say it was a good year 🙂 Scenes from when I was 25:
There are 2 morals of this story, my friends:
1. The best is never over. NEVER. Please never think to yourself, “the best years of my life are gone” or “I’m too old to do this or that”. It’s not true. Ever. Age is just a number and it is my hope that I will be running marathons into my 60s 🙂 I also have to say that my late 20s have been more fun, I have been more social and have made more friends than even when I was in college. And that’s saying a lot. So it’s never too late. For anything
2. And the second moral of the story is that you have to choose to be happy. Everyone always says that, I know, but how many people actually live that? You can’t just keep saying it over and over again to yourself. You have to make a conscious decision to DO it. In November 2007 something in me snapped. I thought to myself, “only I can make this a great year and I’m going to do it!!!!!” I wasn’t going to complain or be negative. I was going to be as positive and optimistic as I could. I was going to go out on a limb and try anything and everything. It hasn’t been easy keeping that mindset, especially as work and life have gotten in the way sometimes, but I think I still embody most of it.
So it’s not a surprise that 25 was the best year of my life (so far!). But my late 20s have been pretty damn great also. I’ve had more struggles in my late 20s than I ever had before, most of them personal and mental–and some physical 😉 — but I’ve also gotten stronger and have had a great time along the way 🙂
So here I am again today, about to leave for Las Vegas in a few short hours with these lovely gals
I have 6 days left in my 20s. And here is my commitment to my 30th year: It will be even better than when I turned 25. I will do more, see more, be more. I will take advantage of every opportunity to learn things and meet people. I will travel (already going to Grand Caymen in January and finalizing a trip to Eastern Europe in Summer). I will savor my youth while I have it. I will run. I will do at least 3 things I never thought I would do. I will get my PhD and get to be called Dr. I will (hopefully) get a job and start to build my career after my PhD. In short: I’m going to make this year my best year EVER!
If you could pick one, what would you say has been your best year ever? Why?