Thank God it’s Friday. Well, last night anyways. (I meant to post last evening but ended up falling asleep on the couch, which is ironic considering what this entry is about.)
… the AIIMT? That stands for, and I’m in my twenties.
This weekend marks the last before I turn thirty on the twenty-third, and I am cool with it.
It is just like me to want to analyze what it means, if it really means anything. I have been discussing the milestone birthday with a lot of people at work, where I am one of the younger people. Most of them just tease me about it, saying I am still a baby or they wish they could be my age again.
I really don’t look thirty (whatever thirty looks like). However, I do feel thirty… in the sense where I am ready to be out of my twenties.
I don’t know about you but I started my twenties so naive. I was in my second year of college, living in Tampa. I resided on campus and took school seriously enough, but I had no clue about life. College was kind of like High School part two but with way more freedom and way more opportunities to make mistakes.
I was also struggling with my health and I didn’t even realize it. I wasn’t diagnosed with Crohn’s until I was almost twenty-seven and my intake of poor food choices and alcohol made for purses full of antacids and a general feeling of icky-ness and fatigue that I thought was commonplace.
After college was my masters program. Again, I took school seriously but my personal life was a roller coaster. I graduated in December of 2006 and a few months later relocated to Ocala. That’s when my health really took a nose dive. For almost two years (ages twenty-five and twenty-six) my health was off, and I still didn’t know why. Also, this was definitely one of the most lonely and unhappy times of my life on a personal level.
It is strange to say, but my twenties really turned around when I ended up in the hospital for the first time in November 2008. I finally received a diagnosis and realized, “Whoa, you aren’t suppose to feel this sick all the time?” I also realized that I had met the most amazing man who was by my side in that hospital room through it all, and still is.
So, this Friday I will say TGIF (AIMITT- and I made it to thirty)… because I am healthy, I have a wonderful husband, family, and friends, and my life has just begun.
…and here I am last night, with seven days left until my birthday, in front of the Christmas tree downtown…