Sheesh, I am excited to be 26… except for the whole losing insurance thing. That is terrifying.
But seriously, I have, for several years, felt like I should actually be about six or seven years older than I actually am. I think this comes from having siblings substantially older than me… and just that natural and obvious maturity I possess.
So I’ve been thinking about the end of my 25th year, and I looked at my list of goals for age 25, basically none of which I have accomplished. This is why I hate goals… I find them almost completely unmotivating (apparently this isn’t a word, but I think it should be and I’m almost 26 so I’m basically an expert on the world).
Some of my goals for age 25 included:
- Read a whole book of the New Testament in Greek (probably 3 John). A little Bible humor for all of you.
- Weigh what it says on my driver’s license. I have made this goal every year for three or four years. I don’t think I even weighed that when I was 15 and put that on my driver’s license. But when I get it renewed and they ask, “Everything the same?” I just don’t have the heart to say, “Nope. Please add 50 pounds.”
- Stop having emotions (24 was rough y’all). I learned last week that if I cut out my hypothalamus that I could basically accomplish this. But since I’m losing my insurance in a week, this probably won’t work out.
So anyway, perhaps I make unattainable goals, or perhaps I just don’t really care about these things. Either way, I’ve been realizing that so much more of your life is affected by what has happened in your past, not what you’re haphazardly hoping for the future.
So here are some things I’ve accomplished in my 25th year of life. Because I know you care.
- I lost ten pounds… while working at a French bakery. I’d like to see you do that.
- I graduated seminary. Yes, it’s kind of a big deal to be a master of all things divine.
- I moved into the city and have survived (just barely) living in a windowless 80sq foot room for nine months.
- I have biked all over San Francisco… and I’m still alive. Only a handful of you understand what a miracle this is.
- I have worked approximately 7 different jobs.
- I started seeing a therapist. This took me approximately 5 years to finally do. But they say admitting you have a problem is the first step.
I feel like each of these things has affected me, molded me in different ways. And let me tell you, 25 has been hard. I have had some low lows in the past year. But it’s the good, the bad, and the ugly that make us people. And oddly, that help us to understand God better. So I am continuing the process of failing, winning, being disappointed, crying, and bicycling. In short, I am choosing to accept and continue the process of growing up.