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10.03.2011

reflecting back. (24).

tomorrow is my birthday.

i'm sitting in bed this morning contemplating that notion. drinking my coffee from a mug my father picked out when i turned twenty-three. it has a quote by thoreau emblazoned on the front of it.

i'm sitting here looking out at the river--the bare rock of the palisades and the green of the trees that will soon turn orange and red before fading away.

and i'm thinking how i'm not the same person i was three years ago, just after beginning this blog. and i'm not the same person i was at twenty-four. or at twenty-five. hell, i'm not the same person i was six months ago.

and i feel so fortunate. to have this. this blogspot-lover-of-mine. because it helps me keep track. chart the progress and the difference and the space between.

so will you indulge me today? tomorrow i'll post who i am at 26. but today i want to take stock of who i was at 24 and who i was at 25 (i didn't write one for 23). my hope is that reflecting on the past two years will help give meaning to this year.

let's travel back in time, shall we? or, at least, bear with me as i do?




who i am at 24...




this morning i woke up to a new year. 

i buttoned up my brand new, crisp-as-they-come, white blouse, took a good long look in the mirror and decided that yes, 24 felt different in the best possible way. i was different. better. immediately, i knew.

then i gave one squirt of smashbox foundation into my waiting hand and ended up with five gloriously large makeup blobs all over my brand new shirt--my never-been-worn shirt. and i was brought back to reality. this would not be the year of the immaculately clean white blouse. a new year, a new day does not a different person make. i am still the girl who gets make-up on her shirt (or food--more often food), stumbles over her words, and does not realize that the restaurant has not been serving broccoli now for a full 34 days (as my boss so kindly pointed out). 

and you know what? thank God above for my persistent little foibles. they're glorious. and i love them.

my girlfriend from high school and i were speaking on the phone today. about boys. (what all young, twenty-something women most love to discuss). and she mentioned a boy she had dated several years ago that she would be meeting up with soon. she expressed trepidation about the time elapsed and said, i'm not same person i was at fifteen. to which i replied, thank God,  whitney. thank God we're not the same people. 

okay, so i am different today. and i'll be different tomorrow. each day brings a new and exciting adventure. 

i may not be so young as i was last year. but i have a year's worth of knowledge along with a new number. and for the first time in my life i feel like i am on the precipice of... everything

so 24. who am i. well, here goes.

if i could have a constant supply of anything for the rest of my life it would be flowers and paper toweling. 

at the grocery store, i most love coming away with the tall, slender bottles of pellegrino. it makes me feel...french.

i hiccup any time i've had too much food or eaten too quickly. so... often. very, very often. 

there is a direct correlation between the quality of my mood and the cleanliness of my home.

laughter. above all, i need laughter. small hiccups of laughs and roaring guffaws. when i think of the man i'll marry there is so much i dream of. but the only thing i know--i mean really know--is that he'll laugh at my jokes and my constant mistakes. and himself. oh for a man who can laugh at himself! he'll make me laugh and for this i'll love him as though our lives depend on it. 

i'd like to tell you that ned isn't following me into this new year. but he is. two weeks ago i would have said, no, no way. but with the onset of bed bugs and thus a disrupted sleep cycle, he has taken taken this opportunity to creep back in. when i am healthy it's as though i've found a little pocket of air in which to breathe--and i ride it for as long as i can. it's a sweet spot where ned can't touch me. and i know that in the process of recovering it's important to fall out of the pocket so that i can figure out how to get back to it quickly. so i'm trying to give thanks for the fall out. but giving thanks isn't always so easy. nor is finding my way back in. 

back in april i gave myself a year to fail, to fall on my ass again and again. and i'm doing it and loving it. and i've still got a good six months. 

i promised myself that come 24 i would take pictures. all the time. every day. it would take work and practice, but i would make it a habit. and it would be a crushing blow to ned. but i'm not feeling very picture pretty today. so i make this promise. it will be a week late, but come this weekend i will post some photos. full length photos. photos that pretty or not will show you who i am in a way that my words cannot. 

i feel good about this age. this 24 number will be a good one. ned will end. and i will fall in love. (that's my divination for the future...i guess we'll see if my predictions are on point!). 

ps: i have a crush on a man who snaps his fingers. and when he does it's strong and clear and reminds me of my father and this inspires great confidence. 

photo via sabino.








25 coming this afternoon. 

11 comments:

wildchild said...

well isn't this inspiring. you're such a strong woman- then and now. i hope that looking back pushes you forward even harder. 26 is gonna be great for you, i just know it.

Alex said...

Isn't it enlightening to read posts from different points in your life? I know 26 will be amazing for you. Sure, it will have its challenges [as any year has], but I know you'll go through it all with grace and hope.

Ana Magdalena said...

What a wonderful description of being 24!

Lily said...

Happy pre-birthday wishes!

Rod and Alex - aka: "Rolex" said...

Aaaahh yes... Twenty-four. Happy upcoming birthday to you! I can certainly say, in my life, twenty four and twenty six were complete paradoxes. And twenty five? Limbo.
Looking forward to hearing more about your years! :)

siddathornton said...

thank you for sharing this.

Julia said...

My birthday is today, but I am just turning 24! No wonder I love your blog and feel like I can relate you so much, you and I have birthdays so close together! It makes so much sense now :) I hope you have a fabulous 26th birthday tomorrow, Meg.

Julia

Julia said...

Ps sorry if that wasn't English, I am just getting used to the iPad I received this morning!

Jasmine said...

That's a wonderful post. I wish you a great new year with a lot of adventures and a new love, of course :)

Lottie said...

I am 24 at the moment and this post really resonates with me on so many levels.
I love the idea of having a year to fail...just to try everything and not look back with any regrets because the worst thing that happens is that I might have a red embarrassed face and a slightly bruised ego. But both of those will fade within minutes and each embarrassment will become a tale, a story of who I am, like a little scar which I will remember fondly.

So I am going to give myself a year from today..wish me luck xx

Mackenzie said...

god, i love how you spin the simple moments in with glittery strands of awesome and out comes a gem like this. so lovely, meg.