Still at the end of every hard day people find some reason to believe

It is August… Can we all just take a moment and let that sink in… I don’t know where the time has gone. I am closer to my twenty-sixth birthday, which I am not yet sure how I feel about. I have lived in my house for almost five years. I am closer to being done with my orthodontia than not. Work has been crazy and there are no signs of stopping. Being a quasi successful twenty-something is not exactly what it’s cracked up to be.

If you had told me that I would be where I am today when I was seventeen, I would have blown cigarette smoke in your face, then laughed in it. Then I quit smoking… If you told me the same thing when I was twenty-one, I just would never have believed that I could have achieved some much in five years. I am at a strange crossroads currently. I feel like I haven’t accomplished much, but also a lot. My husband wants to start a family soon. I want to travel and write my novel. I want to get a tattoo, sip champagne and shop too much. Growing up seems like something that I have done so long ago, but I haven’t come close too all at the same time. It doesn’t make any sense to me. And on that note it’s time to end.

All for now,

Title from: Reason to Believe by Bruce Springsteen (My Jersey is showing)