28 Days of Awesome
I’ve joked a lot online about my age and typically refuse to tell people what it is. This stems from the fact that on my 25th birthday, I decided to keep being 24. And on my 26th birthday, I made the same choice. For 27, I gifted myself with the age of 25. And so for three years, I’ve failed to do the “Wow, I am___ years old” reflective piece that I had been doing since I was a little girl. As a result, I can’t honestly say I know what 25, 26 and 27 feel like. Weird, I know. But I never accepted those ages.
Alas, in 28 days, I will be 28 years old. I figured it may be time for me to embrace that before 30 knocks me over the head and I’m still grasping at my mid-20’s in confusion. I’m sure some of you who are a bit older than me are dragging your LOLerskates all over this “Me-years” foolishness of mine, but do remember the pressure young folks feel at ages like 25 and 30 to have accomplished certain things. That shit cray.
At 25, I was a raggedy hot mess. No clue as to how to make my life work or my dreams come true. At almost-28, I am a lot better. A lot. I could not have said the same thing a year ago. So I think a celebration of my life and my future is in order.
Thus, I am embarking upon “28 Days of Awesome.” Each day leading up to my birthday, I will do something to improve myself and my environment, to make peace with myself and others and/or to celebrate life. This includes writing letters to people to whom I owe words, reconnecting with those who I have distanced myself from, working on my physical, spiritual and emotional well-being and spending time in the service of my happiness. I am going to document my efforts here daily.
28 days of love, laugher, forgiveness, self-actualization and atonement begins today. 28 days of awesome.
Remember: YOLO. lol.