On my 25th birthday, I was already married with two kids, a full-time job as a webmaster, and had just bought a house. Sounds pretty established, right? Well if appearances count for everything, I guess I was. If how I felt inside matters, though, I felt like I was on a roller coaster, not strapped in, but hanging on to the bar with both hands, feet flying in the air behind me, gritting my teeth, and wondering when it would slow down so I could get in and fasten the seatbelt!
I guess I wouldn't change it, though, because for every uncontrolled event I gave up, another would be sure to take its place, right?
Here's to finally going on my honeymoon when I'm 38 (when my kids are both graduated from high school)!
P.S. I think I have finally climbed into the roller coaster car, but danged if I can find the seatbelt!