Birthday Tirade

Today is my birthday!  I'm twenty-seven now, and pretty darn happy about it.  About a month ago, a friend asked me how I felt to be turning this age, and I hadn't really thought about what it meant until that moment.  At first, I admit, I was a little panic stricken.  I thought "holy crap, I'm getting pretty darn close to thirty" and then I freaked out.  I imagined that I needed to cram in a marriage and kids in the next three years because, for some reason, in my mind kids before thirty is the way to go.  I put all this undue pressure on myself to live my life in a way that conforms to what I THINK reality should be like and man, it sure stresses me out.   So I wasted a few days or so in a zombie-like trance where all I could think of was babies and weddings and how I was running out of time.  And then I snapped out of it.

I'm twenty-seven.  I've got a great job, I'm about to get my degree in something that I really love, I have a phenomenal boyfriend and we live in a beautiful house in the country.   I'm able to buy things that I want or need, make great dinners, spend time with friends and family (and all their cute babies), and also spend time on myself.  Since I've been trying hard to take care of my body, I've felt pretty darn great about myself.  I'm proud of my shape and who I've become.  I have confidence in myself at work and in life and damnit, I'm awesome.  Yes, I still have some issues to overcome, such as student loan debt, but in general, my life is pretty fantastic.

Once I sat down and thought about all the things in my life that are great, I realized that it's silly for me to try and fit my life into a strict schedule that I've made up for everyone else, not myself.  Sure, someday I want kids, but I'm not ready now.  I'm having way too much fun to worry about that eventuality.  I can honestly say that I don't think I've ever felt as good as I do right now, twenty-seven years old and all.

For those of you that are nearing the dreaded 'thirty' milestone like I am, don't sweat it.  Age doesn't have to mean what you've been taught to think it means.  As long as you're happy, you'll feel young for as long as you want!

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Post the First.

To start things off, here is a bear saying hello with his back leg because he clearly hasn't been taught proper etiquette.   Hello, Bear.  Use your front paw next time.

So, this is my first post of my new blog.   I almost want to put the word blog in quotation marks because it's kind of cliched these days.  "Oh, you want to know what's going on in my life?  Check out my blog." Well, now I can say that to everyone.  No more telling lengthy stories about my day, no sir.  This mouth is going to shrivel up from disuse.  Wouldn't it be odd if that actually happened?  I'm sure there would be a ton of people out there with little prune-like mouths that could barely form the word "falafel" without several attempts.

This is the post where you get to find out a little bit about me.  No deepest, darkest secrets stuff, just the basics.  I'm a twenty-six year old (and I dislike using numbers when I'm writing, I may as well get that out right now) girl with money on my mind, got a ten in my hand and a gleam in my eye.  No, wait, that's Coolio...sorry.   I wasn't lying about the age, though.  I live in a beautiful house that my guy and I just bought a few months ago, which is located in the boonies.  Well, that might be an exaggeration, but it sure isn't a metropolis.  I'm thinking maybe 1500 people live in my quaint (a nice way of putting tiny-ass) town.

It's not too bad, though, because I work in the city and it's not a super long drive to get there.  

Let's see, I love to read fiction books, anything by an author with an amazing grasp of the English language will do just fine.  Also, I DO judge a book by its cover and have quite a few interesting things on my bookshelves.  I've recently (as of six months ago) become addicted to running and fitness in general.  I've always been an off and on kind of exerciser, but something happened and I don't really want to be 'off' anymore.   I've taken to waking at 5 am each weekday (hence, the blog address) and heading off to the gym in the pitch black.  Sometimes I run, sometimes I take a spin class, but I always end my workout in the sauna reading some trashy magazine and being shocked at how whatshisface cheated on whatsherface with  whatshername.  I always leave the sauna feeling like I have a pretty awesome, normal life....and I need more shoes. 

More on all this later as I must shift my focus to something quite a bit more mundane (work).