Oh, poor forlorn blog! I have so many post ideas and no time to make them happen.
But I had to take a moment today to post, if nothing else just to reflect on how many changes are slowly (or not so slowly) shifting about in my life. Today I turned 26, that number that puts me closer to 30 than 20 but doesn’t signify much else. I liked being 25—come on, it’s a perfect square!1—but this is growing on me. In 3 months I’ll be on the road, headed to Washington to essentially start a new life. And hopefully in a year I’ll be enrolled in graduate school, starting the long process toward a PhD. It’s all quite scary if I think of it all at once—so I mostly try not to. And I know that even if things don’t pan out the way I’d originally planned, that will be okay too; 26-year-old Joie is not where 21-year-old Joie expected her to be, and that’s turned out just fine.
Now, if someone could just make me calm down and think those calm, rational thoughts when I’m in the middle of a near panic attack.
I spent the weekend celebrating my birthday a bit early with Stephen, who flew out for the occasion. I was beyond excited to see The Lion King in theaters (who says getting older means growing up?) and to play with my new toy, a birthday present from my mom and Stephen:
We had a pretty fun time playing around with it, in particular the camera. I got a great 3D picture of Fritz—so when WordPress goes 3D, you can expect to see that. :)
My official birthday was pretty great as well. I got an unintentional birthday present in the form of a new computer at work (“You mean they make PCs that have something newer than Windows XP and Office 2003?!”) and my parents came up to visit and take me to dinner this evening (which included a giant slice of the world’s greatest strawberry cake, from Joe’s Italian). And of course, they had to see the new toy as well2:
If this is how My Year as a 26-Year-Old begins, well then I think it’s going to be a pretty good year.
1 Plus, on a digital alarm clock “25” looks like a vase. I’m just sayin’.
2 Hey, I had to learn this resistance to growing up somewhere.