Thursday, April 18, 2013

Feeling 22

I don't know about you, but when I was feeling twenty-two, I was as big as a whale. (Okay, maybe just a baby whale - but, seriously, look at me!).

My ankles were lost under puffy, water-retaining skin and my waist was long gone. Sleep was impossible and fear of my first labor and delivery and, you know, motherhood was creeping in.

Two weeks before I left that number in the dust, Jonathan and I stood in our Conway kitchen and we dug into the top tier of our wedding cake that had been frozen for a year.

Two weeks after 22 turned into 23, I sat on the couch at my in-laws' awaiting a tasty burger. I went to use the restroom and realized lunch was not going to happen. My water broke that day and I welcomed Nathan into the world a quick six hours later.

Can anybody guess why I'm remembering the highlights of this age? If you've listened to the radio lately, you'll know it's all Taylor Swift's fault.

Maybe I'm old for my age, but by that point in life, I sure thought being on the road to stable was more the norm than being "happy, free, confused, and lonely in the best way."

Trust me, though, I have been there. If sweet little Taylor rewrote this song and called it any number between 19 and 21, I'd be humming along and saying, "Yeah, girl!"

I would remember that one summer with Abby on the balcony of my Conway apartment drinking cheap beer and $2 wine (*ahem* this would be filed under 21). We didn't have jobs, we didn't have class - we were drains on both society and our parents. We're really sorry about that, guys.

But it sure was fun!

However, with Taylor's number of choice being 22, I sort of cock my head to the side and compare myself to the lyrics.

Don't get me wrong, it's not that my choice is better or that 22 is the official growing-up deadline, but it was for me and it was what I wanted. I wanted to try my best to live for something other than myself.

We dove in headfirst and I wouldn't change it for a thing.

Whether your path is to get married, start a family, start a career, or just get out on your own, prove to yourself that you can do it. I won't say it's not scary, because that would be a lie. It's harder than throwing caution to the wind and living like a Taylor Swift song, but, y'all, it is so much better.

And all that fun comes along for the ride.

(Plus, if you get a nice job, you can buy better wine!)

This PSA is brought to you by a hormonal woman who was a little disgruntled at Taylor Swift's idea of 22; however, I doubt she has ever struggled to pay a bill. This PSA is also brought to you by my mind wandering to my children at 22. I may or may not have to read this to them at that point. Especially Taylor's line about dating boys who are bad news. Looking at you, Nora June.

Have a happy day!

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