I’m interrupting your regularly scheduled post for some old person sappiness.
It’s that time of year. I’m gonna be a year older and
I’m one of those people who always get nostalgic and reflective around birthdays and the end of the year. Time is such a precious thing, and it’s something you can never get back. I aim to live life to the absolute fullest!
One of my favorite moments of the year was this one:
My YA book club went out to Howl at the Moon (a dueling piano bar off I-Drive) for a night of fun and non-book-ness. I’m SO thankful to have these ladies in my life. Some of them were my friends before the club, and through it I’ve met some incredible new women.
Some things I’ve learned in my 20s so far:
- I still get zits (I thought this magically ended when you turned 21)
- Saying “no” more is a good thing – no one will die
- YA lit gets even better with age…and I relate more with the parents now
- Cats > dogs (15-year-old me would call blasphemy on this one)
- Be thankful for the journey, complete with failures and successes
- Clueless will forever remain timeless and my most re-watched movie
- Cling to people who just get you – no explanations or apologies necessary
- Taking risks are scary as hell, but can pay off with planning and support
- You can’t do life by your own strength – everything I have is from He who gave it to me
Just my personal discoveries entering my LATE TWENTIES.
Not to be super gushy, but for a long time the only people who read my blog was my mom and best friend. Anytime anyone comments or clicks or reads here, it means the absolute world to me.
You could be on BuzzFeed or YouTube or anywhere else cooler than RBR. So, thank you for reading and putting up with my typos and caps lock and general insanity.
This community of readers warms my heart. If I could hug you, I would. It would probably be awkward because I never know when to let go, but it would be special nonetheless