Lights flicker as I hear the restaurant doors burst open and my family and friends walk towards me singing Happy Birthday. 28 candles beam atop a beautiful cake. I suddenly start to panic! Just the other day I was turning 22! Could this be possible?!
“Suddenly the sense of urgency to get your life together comes over you like a flood.”
Are my twenties really almost over? As they continue to sing, coming closer and closer, my mind drifts off to the time when I was younger, tighter, happier, carefree, more oblivious to all of the heart ache in this world. I sat and thought about my college days and even though things were sometimes a bit stressful then, they weren’t as real as they are now. I thought about all the mistakes I made with my credit, old friends, old lovers, paths I should have taken instead of the one that I chose. My sister whispers for me to snap out of it in the mist of the last bits of the Happy Birthday song. I close my eyes, thank God for another year on this earth and blow out my candles. The rest of the night was a blur. I wake up the next morning, roll out of bed and stare at myself in the mirror. Dont act like you’ve never done it; had that quiet moment when you ask yourselves what next? What now? I looked into my eyes and saw a now 28-year-old woman, no longer able to use the excuses of her childish past and only a mere two years away from the “DIRTY 30”. I thought to myself, shouldn’t I be married, or in my career, or already know who the hell I am if someone were to ask. In the upcoming weeks I went through a range of emotions, optimism, sadness, depression, excitement…
“but then it dawned on me, getting older isn’t a death sentence. It’s actually a second chance, maybe even a third and fourth for some of us.”
It’s never too late to change your life and be who you want to be no matter what age. Be encouraged.