My world is spinning a little too fast.
I celebrated my 26th birthday on Sunday with a real lack of fanfare. Didn't have a party, didn't go out with friends, just stayed home and contemplated my existence for a few hours. I have plenty to be thankful for, like the fact that every day I go to a job where I actually have the opportunity to make a difference in the world. I'm in the best shape of my life. I'm paying my bills. I didn't kill anybody. All in all, I haven't done too bad this year.
I looked back on the past quarter century and realized that although there is still so much I want to do and see, I've already come a long way. I'm proud of that. And although my life isn't excatly how I want it to be, I'm a lot closer now than I was a year ago, let alone ten.
My only fears associated with growing older seem to be centered around feelings of nostalgia, that I'm having the time of my life and it's all downhill from here. luckily, I have been proved wrong thus far. With any luck, things will stay that way for a long time.