November 23, 2012
Tonight is the last night of my twenties! I’m going to drink some bourbon and, if the weather cooperates, sit by a fireplace and say goodbye to one decade and hello to another.
We’ve had a good run, twenties, you and I. We’ve grown a lot, God knows.
We lied to people in ways that were really hurtful. We were judgmental, twenties—like wow. We were righteous, defensive, petty, and conceited. We were also spontaneous, effusive, ambitious, and strong. We did things we look back on with tremendous pride. (There are also a few things that make us shake our head.)
We learned what true-blue friendships really look like, the kind that you work on, the kind you invest in, the kind that blossom both in the short-term and in the long, long term, stretching out over a decade now. We’ve learned to trust the ebb and flow of people, in and out of our lives, knowing that there really is a time for every season.
We have kissed people when we probably shouldn’t have, and not kissed people, then wished we had. We have had too much to drink. We have taken things for granted.
We have gotten a few things under our belt: how to make pasta from scratch, how to get eighth graders engaged in English class, how to show up on time and be an adult, how to suck it up and deal when things are hard, how to love without abandon or regret.
We have been blessed, we have taken some fabulous trips, we have grieved and we have experienced exquisite joy.
Thanks for the ride, twenties—I’ll look back on you fondly, but I’m ready for what’s next.