20 Somethings

I remember when I was eleven. I'd be walking with my Mom through the grocery store with my tapped-down bangs, hair wrapped up in a messy bun, with baggy-ish pants and my addidas T-shirt. Yes, I was a more than slightly awkward girl trying to fit in, and even more, simply attempting to figure myself out and understand who I was.

But then we'd get to the check out counter where all the magazines would be lined up and... I would see it.

Seventeen magazine.

My stare would linger on the cover of some teenage girl smiling back at me. I wanted what she had. I wanted to experience what she experienced and I couldn't wait to actually be seventeen. That's when my life would miraculously make sense. All the boys would like me. All the girls would want to be my friend. And I would be living the good life.

Well, seventeen came along, and as good as it was (seriously... my high school experience was awesome), it wasn't what Seventeen magazine made it out to be. But now, 25! That's the year that things happen! Or so I believed.

And now I'm 24. I'll be 25 next month. And just like that seventeen myth... I wonder what my twenty fifth year will bring.

More change? Undoubtedly.

More heartbreak? Most likely.

More joy, more questions, more struggle, more decisions, more adventure, more fun? Absolutely.

And I look forward in expectation to it all.