In so many ways I’ve been waiting for my 26th birthday since I was a kiddo. It has always held some kind of significance for me because it was the same age as the date of my birthday. I’ll never think of myself as younger than that number again. Now, I have to match it, and exceed it.
I feel I’m in a better place that I could have imagined for myself (when I was a teenager I was convinced I’d be married by now). I’ve moved to a different city and called it home. I’ve done well at my job. I’ve found kindred spirits who believe in me and my dreams and support the decisions I make. I’ve found security and stability in myself, my lifestyle, my choices and my goals.
I feel particularly blessed to have established all of these things to myself at this young age — not everyone can say as much — and excited for what’s in store for me in this next year. It already feels golden in every way.