Almost 26 Randomness

it’s baby claire (and twin brother james)!

My 26th birthday is next Tuesday. Yep, it’s my golden birthday. And my birthday present to myself is to not plan anything, because I am very much in a constant state of wedding planning right now, and the thought of planning something else sounds ridiculous. So I am going to do a birthday WOD at Jai, then probably come home and go to sleep. And it’s going to be awesome.

When I was little, I thought that by the time I was 25, I would have shit figured out. If you had asked 13-year old me what I would be doing at age 25, let alone 26, I would have said that I would be living in NYC working as a fashion designer. That’s right folks, I used to want to be a city person, and a fashionable one at that. Now I dream about relocating to a town in the middle of the desert with 5,000 residents and I can barely dress myself. Thirteen-year old me would not be impressed.

Last night before bed, I started asking Brandon a list of random questions that I realized I didn’t really know about him, and for some reason it struck me as problematic that I didn’t know my very-soon-to-be-husband’s favorite color (which, in case you’re wondering, is red or yellow or black depending on his mood. no wonder I couldn’t remember it). He asked me what my favorite age was, and the answer was, without a doubt, 22. I graduated from college about 2 weeks after turning 22, spent 2.5 months living in Argentina, moved to Moab and learned to be a raft guide, met Brandon, spent the fall at a magazine internship near Burlington, VT, and then came back and skied almost every day that winter while working as a liftie at Copper Mountain. Those last two things actually weren’t as fun as they sound, but they were experiences nonetheless.

But what did I accomplish in year 25? I got engaged, which was obviously awesome, and wedding planning has been fun. But other than that, not a lot has happened. Is this what adulthood feels like?

In a lot of ways, I am looking forward to getting older. At 25, I’m not really young enough to want to party all the time, but I’m still younger than most of the people I hang out with, and get comments like “Oh my gosh you’re a baby!” a lot. So it will be nice when that goes away. I’m looking forward to the next few years–getting married, Brandon starting a big kid job, maybe buying a house and starting to think about having kids. That stuff sounds like fun.

But in other ways, I really need to find the balance between adult stuff and fun stuff. Maybe being in your 20s is hard because you are broke and have JUST enough responsibilities that you can’t do just anything, but not enough responsibilities to make you really feel productive. At least that’s kind of how I feel right now.

In other and utterly unrelated news, I had a cyst removed from my upper back this morning (disgusting, right?) so no back squats for me for a few weeks. Which is going to go over super well with this back squat lifting plan I’ve been doing (which otherwise has been going pretty dang well). I am going to take most of this week off because it is impossible to do almost anything without agitating the skin between my shoulder blades, which is right where my stitches are, and then we’ll take it from there. But bad timing, eh?