Another year has come and gone, and as I read the letter from last year, I realize how many little things I hoped and wished for actually happened. I was employed for all of 24 (minus a two-week gap, but I still had a job lined up). While 24 had some major life changes, it also felt like the calmest year of my adult life thus far.
I was employed the whole year, I made real, honest to goodness friends. Friends I still talk to on a regular basis, even if I don’t spend time with them every day. Friends who understand my sense of humor and my love for a bottle of wine.
A year ago, I felt pretty alone. I still feel alone sometimes, but now I have friends I can reach out to, to talk to, even if it’s just for something to distract myself. That feels like a pretty solid improvement
There were still stumbling blocks in 24 – I didn’t lose a lot of weight, and lord knows I didn’t put any books out – but that’s all right. 24 felt like the first year I got to be a normal adult, with normal adult problems, like bills and car payments and boys, but still chase after these not-so-normal dreams.
After seven years, you went on a date, Laura! And then another one! You swiped right a lot, but you swiped left more often (we’ll blame it on being left-handed) and now, things might be developing with someone – and it just might be something better than one coffee date (or maybe i5 won’t at all). If not, there’s a new level of confidence involved with just being you.
You made friends at work, friends you still talk to on a regular basis. You cried your face off the last half hour of your last day at Apple. Those friends at Apple seem to be the ones who know you best out of all the people in Austin.
Either way, twenty-four was a fun year, a wonderful year in every aspect of the word. It wasn’t perfect, but it sure was a solid one.
As twenty-five hits today, I’m not sure I know really what I want anymore – I just want things to be settled. I want a place to call my own, I’m tired of moving, of changing jobs all the time. I want some stability. I look forward to seeing all these people I know and love walk down the aisle in the next year (a best friend and two different cousins) and hoping that I’ll find something special, too.
I look forward to finally publishing a new book and really leaning into my writing again. I look forward to getting rid of some more pounds and hopefully dropping below 200 again. And I’m really looking forward to getting a haircut because it’ll be almost eighteen months between haircuts when I finally do get it cut. Something tells me, now, standing at the end of twenty-four, that twenty-five is going to be pretty damn all right. And I am perfectly all right with that.