For the first year of my adult life I'm not approaching my birthday with the cliche 'I'm so old' groan.
22... that's SO old.
23... that's SOO old.
24... that's SOOO old.
I think 26 is going to be great. I'm old enough to know that "what am I doing with my life?" really means shit.
do you know what my goals were for my 25th year were when I was 18?
- ride a motorbike
- have made my first million
and my goals for my 18th when I was 15?
- get married
- have kids
- save the world
my goals for this year are simple:
- be happy
- spread happiness
I cringe at the things I thought were important. Money, status, celebrity.
My 25th year was sensational. It humbled me, inspired me, and challenged me.
I wouldn't be where I am today if I hadn't failed every one of my previous goals. And there's nowhere else I want to be than right here, right now.
- for the record, right here is my gorgeous home in Brunswick I share with 2 of the best friends I have ever had and 2 delicious puppies who wake me up every day with a smile. I'm waiting for my incredible man, James to get ready so we can go to a party with our fabulous friends and typing on my shiny new macbook pro I was able to afford when I started my own business, 6 weeks ago - doesn't sound too shabby, right?
So to all of you out there dreading your next birthday and regret not achieving your so called goals... ask yourself this: Am I happy? If the answer is yes, have a happy birthday. If the answer is not yet, be happy you've got another year to get it right.
and besides, I still get asked for ID.