Wednesday, December 01, 2004
I'm only a couple hours into 28. So far, so good. I've had donuts, flowers, hugs and songs. Even my bosses are easing up on riding my a** today (although that could change at a moment's notice.)
28 is good.
Up until today, 27 had been my favorite age. A year ripe with heartache and hard lessons, it was an age that really helped steer me in the direction I know with which I'll be most happy. 27 was one of those make-it-or-break-it years for me, and I am proud to say I made it.
I hated 26. I hated 22. I hated 16. But I moved on from all my toils and troubles and now can bask in the glory of being decidedly late 20s.
I don't know how I feel about that. It's a phrase that echoes like the slamming of a big door on the vault of my childhood. My dad sent me an e-mail just today saying 28 means I'm still a kid... that I really don't have to be a "full fledged" grown-up until I hit 35 or so (tell that to my boss and landlord, Dad!) But in my book, 28 is chock full of responsibilities.
And I'm okay with that.
In itself, another sign of maturity.
SO WHAT DO YOU THINK?
Are you 28 yet? What's that age like for you? When's your favorite age? Do you look forward to a year ahead (I think the collective 30s sound delicious)? Do you reminisce on a particular phase of "way-back-when?"
I'd love to hear about it ;)
Mused by Kate The Great at 1:43:00 PM