Older and (somewhat) wiser ... maybe? sort of? huh?

Oh blog – it sure has been a long time. Why is that every post starts like this? We are in a doomed relationship you and I … I want it to work so badly, yet I won’t put the time in. These long breaks make me miss you terribly though, so that must count for something.

Anyway, I must be forgiven because in the next few days I will be celebrating my twenty-fifth birthday. This post is a bit premature (but that has been my style since birth … literally) and the thought of being a quarter century old is as petrifying as it is liberating. I feel like now everyone is making their big life plans. There are some people, who at this age, already have a failed marriage under their belt. Well not this gal, I am ripe for the picking and can’t wait to screw up what I am sure will be SEVERAL marriages. It seems like every conversation I have recently has been about weddings. Who is getting engaged? Who is getting married? Whose wedding was a shitshow? And whose wedding I got so crunk-a-lunk at (sorry Em!) that my wedding date thought he was sharing a room with a chainsaw. Note to reader: martinis at 1pm and an endless supply of champagne makes your wedding guests F-U-N!

Maybe this first quarter century was just for jokes and these next 25 years are when things start getting really good. I think about how much you (can’t) really know in your first 25 years. Important things like qualities that are deal-breakers in friendships, boyfriends, husbands, etc. And also how waaaayyy off base you could be about other things like not mixing navy blue and black … can someone say MISTAKE? I was staunchly opposed for too long, now I envision myself wearing no other colors. Clearly I was not reaching my full fashion potential at such a young age.

At any rate, I think that these next years will provide a new lease on life. Who knows what they will bring – maybe a new job, more money, and new friends to share my days and booze with, maybe even my first (again, not necessarily last) husband … I guess we can all strive for something!

Not that my old friends, job, and boozing partners are all bad, but you know, I am feeling the age of a woman living in her second quarter century … wise, optimistic, yet still scared shitless about what the future will hold for this lady.

So who knows? Drink up to another twenty-five.