Not old, just older
This past July, I turned 27 years old. It was crazy for me because, you don't realize that you are necessarily getting older, and then one day, you look in the mirror and there is a big fat gray hair sitting on your temple and it hits you...I'm getting older. But then there are those moments where you are forced to assert yourself and it hits you once again, I really AM grown!
SLowly, and surely, the pieces of my life are starting to fall into place. As the campus begins to buzz again with activity, and the events begin to roll around and the invitations start flying this way and that, for the first time, I don't have that little twinge in my stomach, that makes me want to be in college again. Instead of feeling like a college student, i feel the slight gap in age and experience and the things that used to thrill me, just don't do it anymore. Now instead of going out and getting drunk, and acting a fool, I'd much rather go to a poetry spot, or have a meaningful conversation with someone I love. Instead of pretending that my feelings don't matter, I speak my piece because now I realize that I am somebody with something to say. I love the fact that I more often than not play the roll of the big sister and am looked to to provide insight. That is a blessing.
I am 27 years, and by no means is that old, just older. Now instead of trying to be up on the latest fashions, I can forego that new jacket or new pair of shoes and buy lunch for a friend in need. I find myself seeking God now more than ever. Trying to live in the ways that He has set and trying to be a good person. 27, not old, just older. THings around me are changing. I'm changing, and while I am quite the creature of Habit...and slightly afraid of change, I feel like its time. I'm finding myself more and more financially independent from my family, which is scary and a blessing at the same time. And while I still have the same bear Nana gave me when I was 8 chillen on my bed, the adult Brandelyn is starting to come into her own.
My best friend turned 25 today, and I see for her nothing but possibilties. I feel like she is a member of my club now. AN elite club of grown women who are just doing the damn thing and I welcome her. This is where the fun starts girl. It gets better, and better I promise. The doors that are going to start opening up to you are beyond your imagination, and I'll be there, slightly older (shut up) and wiser to experience it with you. Happy Birthday Madame Esquire and I love you!!!
I'd Also Like to send a special shout out to my 04...Happy Birthday 04!!!
pEACE
B
