I’m past the quarter-century mark, still kickin’! Sometimes I actually have to stop and remember how “old” I am; I’ll go ahead and assume that will be the case from here on out. I’ll also assume it means my head is in the right place – age is just a number, right?
That said, this chapter has been dog-eared; I know it’s one I’ll want to look back on for future wisdom from myself. It was a year of more digging and less uprooting, more quiet and less noise, more attacking and less backing down. I’ve learned things I wish I had known a few years ago, realizing at the same time that the best lessons are received through experience. We’re approaching one year in the same apartment, which stands as a huge victory alone (as crazy as that sounds)! Take those small wins, let them work some magic.
After 25 short years, I’m catching up with myself. It may take a self-diagnosis or two, but my mind and I are learning to compromise. The bucket list is always growing, but I know 26 is ready to make its mark– a new stamp on the passport, new fitness challenges, a new family member, new blank spaces and a few new seconds minutes knocked off of those PRs.
I’ll tackle the surf, learn to understand enough French to order my wine and give thanks (Merci beacoup), strengthen the run and stay true to the yoga-core. I’ll continue to coach, lead a weekly run, explore this city (and a few others) with my favorite side-kick (aka D), play bike-spectator-sherpa and keep reading words in print. I won’t shake anything up too much…
Twenty-six, you have good timing. Let’s have fun.