I won’t lie, that title was really hard to type.
28 may not seem old to some people, but hell, it’s the oldest I’ve ever been. I haven’t allowed myself much time to think about it, and it’s not exactly something I am wanting to celebrate.
When people see me, I’m sure a lot of them see adventure. I do, too; however, I also see a lot of wasted time. I was directionless for quite sometime. I was in relationships I shouldn’t have been in. I expended a lot of time and mental resources on things that would inevitably fail me. I had too much hope in people who would ultimately let me down.
This is the first time in…for as long as I can remember…that I feel like I’m back in control. That the world is actually my oyster. That I can do anything and be anything I want to. It’s invigorating and scary.
I’m out here on my own, but I can do this. I’m wiser now.
I wish this realization didn’t come so late, but I’m thankful it came at all.
Here’s to 28. It’s time to erase the last ten years and ensure the next ten are exactly what I’ve needed all along,