Today I turn 25 years old.
I am happy. Happier than I have ever been. Despite being unemployed, my spirits have never been higher.
For the first time in my adult life, I wake up happy. Not that “Today is gonna be a good day” type of happy, but rather “life is what you make it and I plan on making it great” type of happiness.
I love what I see what I’m looking in the mirror. I write a post and I blush ’cause I love the way I put words together. I no longer shy away from compliments because damn it, I’ve earned them. I live for my kids and my husband is my best friend and life is so freakin’ sweet.
And then I have you guys. All of you. Even those that I haven’t personally talked to. I feel like I’ve got a gang of moms in my corner and I hope all of you know that I’m in your corner, too. Slap some pom-poms in my hand, ’cause I’m your cheerleader.
24 was a wonderfully fantastic year. As I predicted it would be. But 25? Oooh, wee, I’m scared of what 25 is gonna bring. I’m branching out as a WAHM (work-at-home mom), finishing grad school, finishing a book, and spending more time being a fully present, in the moment Mommy. I’m scared, but man, am I ready.