But I don’t want to – I have lots to be happy about
About this time last year, I sat down and wrote a few things about turning twenty five and how that seemed both so young and so old at the same time. Today, I am twenty six and I still feel as though the number really doesn’t correlate to where I’m at in life. There are days when I feel so much older than the rest of our twenty-something friends, mainly because I have two kids and I’m not at happy hours and parties like the rest of my peers. Then there are days when I feel so much younger – again because of the kids. I am so much younger than most of the parents of our kids friends. I suppose for the rest of mine and Nick’s life we will be in this weird vortex where we aren’t in “the same boat” as our contemporaries – if you think about it, we’ll be barely forty when both kids have graduated high school. So while the majority of our college friends are still doing junior high basketball games, piano lessons or whatever else, Nick and I will be travelling Europe without any kids in tow. One can dream.
Late last night Nick asked me what it feels like to be twenty six. And while I don’t think turning a different age overnight really feels all that different from one day to the next I can honestly say that I have no clue what it feels like to be this age. I certainly feel that I have grown up quite a bit; I’m more confident, happier, more responsible, stronger. Most importantly, I feel proud. Proud of the life that I have and the family that I share it with. So that’s it, my one word to describe what 26 feels like is “proud.” And I hope that you understand that’s not a stuck up kind of proud….
One of the cool things about writing a blog is that I have a written record, complete with pictures, of all the cool things that have happened, memories I forgot I had. As I look back over the last year, it is rather remarkable the journey this family has taken. New baby (who turns one next month!) and moving to Utah are the obvious big things. I thought it’d be fun to take a little journey down memory lane.
Since my last birthday I have…
- Finished a three year Italian program.
- Had a baby
- Officially graduated from the University of Washington with my BA
- Moved to Utah
- Fallen in love with Park City, UT
- Started a new job at another architecture firm
- Hiked up a mountain 1,500 feet to an ancient part of the Pacific Ocean
- Become a runner
- Ran my first 5k
- Gotten in a car accident (another first!)
- Flown on a plane this year more than the rest of my life combined
- Taught myself how to swim
- Started another job at a wood working shop
- Learned how to ski
- Celebrated three years of marriage
- Renewed my love for cycling
- Made a list of things for the future…
And now, for your random fact of the day! When Starbucks was in its early days, one of the many benefits was having your birthday be a paid day off – people who have been with the company for all eternity are grandfathered in and still get to take advantage of this perk. I hadn’t even known about this until I worked with a guy who had been with Starbucks back in the “deliver-these-beans-in-your-car” days and he was scheduled to work on his birthday and just about flipped out over the whole thing. “I don’t work on my birthday!” he was ranting and raving. I just thought he was really intense about his birthday but turns out that he had a good reason to be pissed.
I have never had a paid day off for my birthday, but as I go to get ready this morning I can’t help but grumble under my breath “we shouldn’t have to work on our birthdays.”
Two questions for Friday!! What’s YOUR one word for [insert your age here]? And, name something (or several things) that have made you proud over the last year.
Seriously, answer the questions. Sometimes I feel like I’m talking to myself out here – work with me people! It is my birthday after all