Age

When I was about 20, I took an intro to philosophy class.  I didn't really understand most of it.  Actually, it, as well as one of my friends, convinced me that I did not exist.  It was a rough time. lol.  Anyway, my professor got to talking about the store Forever 21 one day when somebody complimented her bag.

 "Thanks," she said.  "I got it at Forever 21.  By the way, what a hellish name for a store!  You're all too young to know this now, but 21 sucks.  Wait until you get older."

Now, this was completely lost on most of the class.  I was one of the older students, having transferred from a local (way shittier) private college.  We were a bunch of 18-22 year olds and we probably couldn't have found our way out of a cave (Ha! Philosophy joke!) with a flashlight.  We were high on youth, even if we didn't realize it.  Our faces were unlined.  Our livers were fresh.  WE were on top of the world.  What could this late 30's woman know about being 21??

A lot, apparently.

Now that I am the ripe age of 28 (HA!),  I totally get it.  It's like they say, some things get better with age.  Yes, a lot of the magic has gone out of the world for me but there are those glorious moments where everything is beautiful and right.  This afternoon.  I stood on the front porch, slightly buzzed, in the hail and sunshine.  It was so beautiful.  And I had just been thinking about who I am and where I am at.  I have done so much more than I ever expected.  I never thought that I could pull all of this off.  I can't even begin to imagine what I'll pull off in the coming years.

Forever 21 IS a hellish name for a store.  I would never go back.