It's My Birthday & I'll Blog If I Want To
On my 10th birthday, I blew out the double-digit candles on my icing-covered cake and made a wish.
I wished to be Cinderella.
It’s now thirteen years later and I’m pretty sure it’s safe to disclose my wish because it definitely isn’t coming true. Nor would I want it to. If my Malibu turned into a pumpkin at midnight, I’d probably think I’ve lost my mind.
Speaking of losing my mind, this whole week I’ve had writer’s block trying to plan out today’s post. Today is my 23rd birthday and I was trying to think of something so good to blog about.
Last year, I wrote An Open Letter to My Twenty-Something Self.
Instead of posting the typical, “___ Things I Learned From Being ___,” I’ve just decided to sit my MacBook down at the table and start typing.
With that being said, welcome to my very casual, very unplanned birthday post.
People have been telling me that my twenties are going to be the best years of my life. That I’m going to learn so much. That I’m going to figure out who I am. That I’m going to change.
So far, I can’t say that they’ve been wrong.
My twenties have taught me so much in so little time. The biggest thing that I’ve learned so far in my twenties is that time goes by quicker than I’ve ever thought it could.
Since last fall, life has been a full-speed adventure—I’ve done several collaborations, travelled to eight different places (three of which were out of the country), modeled on television so many times I’ve lost count, bought my first car, moved houses, was given unbelievable opportunities from work, etc.—and it hasn’t even been a year yet.
I feel like I’m on a treadmill that’s going too fast, and I’m sprinting to stay caught up. I’m running fast, but at the same time, it’s hard to believe how far I’ve ran.
I look back on all of those memories and I’m just in shock still. My personal life has changed so much as well, and I’m just at a loss of words for how grateful I am for everything.
That’s the other thing that I’m discovering more in my twenties; I’m more grateful than I’ve ever been.
My family raised me to be a very gracious person, but I feel even more blessed as time goes on. I don’t know if it’s because more things are happening to be grateful for, or if I just appreciate more because I’m growing up.
Either way, I’m loving every detail of life lately and soaking up each moment and person as best as I can.
Naturally, there have been times in my twenties where things haven’t gone as planned and there has been a few moments of sadness. But I’m understanding each part of my life more and finding that life really connect everything together eventually. Some things do fall apart so better things can come together. When they come together, that’s when the appreciation really strikes deep.
With as much that has already happened in my twenties—let alone this past year—I’m having a hard time even predicting what’s going to happen in my 23rd year of life. I have a few ideas of what else I’d like to see happen, but 90% of it is hard work and only 10% is chance.
I’ll do the best to make those things happen.
However, I know exactly what I’m wishing for on this year’s birthday candles.
I'll let you know if it comes true.
