Something has to be said for the 'wackness' that is living as a 20-something.
Like drinking a coors light, after an hour of cardio, while eating organic spinach ravioli that cost $9. I don't feel old enough to care. Should I start worrying about the serious stuff - like when my dad is going to make me pay for my own cell phone bill and car insurance?
Though things tend to get a bit silly - I have a beautiful life. Are they things I still crave - more freedom, more adventure - well absolutely - I didn't want to see more of this world I'd consider myself dead. I love my family, I love my friends, I love the boy that snuggles me into his warm chest every morning (even though he is making me watch "American Dad" right now).
I'm constantly surprised by the beautiful people in my life - like last night Adam asked, "I was thinking how many groomsman can I have? Since we should have the same amount..." and then we both went through who we will have standing up at our wedding (yes Dave - you're one of them). We aren't engaged yet (and won't be for like two years - so don't start freaking out).
I guess what I'm trying to say is - I'm thankful I have so much to be thankful for.
xx.
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