Don't mind me as I go into full blown panic about getting older. I'm well aware that simply put, my thought process of aging is absurd. I just don't see it any other way then this: twenty-three is almost twenty-five. Twenty-five is practically thirty. Thirty might as well be fifty, and then all that's left is the rapid decay of the rest of my youth. Bummer. On the bright side despite my pessimistic tenancies I am just enjoying this crazy wonderful life. People tell me I am negative, but the thing is, I would much rather have an unexpected happy ending, then be expecting something amazing and watch as only the mediocre happens. On my 23rd birthday I suppose I saw myself finished with school...if I ever got through it, single, and who knows where. I am here. I am married to a man that loves me despite my monthly snuggle sessions with a heat pack, obsession with cute old people, book hording, and refusal to take Taylor out most nights. I am here in a town I never thought I would even visit, with my husband, and I am happy. Life has its moments of chaos and stress, but I am grateful to be truly happy. Some days I feel like the last year was the best of my life, but really I have a feeling the best years are still to come.
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| Kyle and I camping on my birthday. |
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