I’m probably going to make myself sound incredibly young in this one, but I’m okay with that.
03/16/10
I’ve been teased by a handful of people for that doodle above; it was scratched out during a conversation with a few of my favorite ladies who were a few months into 25 (and a few days away from it). I loved hearing their confidence and I really wondered what it would be like for me. I guess I had this fascination with the age of 25. It seemed so old, so seasoned, so experienced, so knowledgeable, even though I was only a few years removed from that milestone. I guess it also helped that we really celebrated birthdays right that year. Surprise trip to New York, shooting up to the Bay, and taking in the Seattle fall… it was all so wonderful.
Anyway.
Looking back through the pages surrounding that quick thought and drawing makes me smile. So many dreams, hopes, and wishes in the pages surrounding that quick sketch have come to fruition since then, while worries and insecurities are thankfully fading at 25. From goals of getting fit and training for a marathon, to that motif of hearts and swirls that is now etched permanently into my skin. From notes taken at a professional development meeting that was going completely over my head (WHAT ARE THEY TALKING ABOUT?!?), to an angry (nearly illegible) scribble crying out “I hate feeling like all I’m doing is worthless…and then… just being ineffective! I want to be good at the things I do!”
[Sidenote: HA! If only I knew how much "EFFECTIVE" would become a part of my vocabulary this year, haha.]
Anyway, the reason I busted out that journal is this: At a meeting tonight (yes, a meeting on teacher effectiveness), one of the attendees mentioned that it’s his 30th birthday. He kind of hung his head in sadness at leaving the 20′s, and I won’t lie, my first thought was: Man. Sucks. I was surprised though, everybody in the room started talking about how awesome their 30′s have been so far. Apparently they’re even better.
It seems I’ve got a new obsession.
