Goodbye 25

Goodbye 25. You were quite the year. My golden year to be exact. It was funny to watch some of my friends have giant surprise birthday parties with golden balloons on their golden birthdays, and to spend mine on the couch watching Jane the Virgin until my mom and sister came to visit me. I had heartburn so bad all I wanted to eat was a ham sandwich from Jimmy Johns but I could barely do that with a ton of Tums. I was pregnant and thought I was going to give birth the day before and wanted that baby out of there.

I know I say it every year, but I truly think 25 will be my biggest year of growth in the space of a year. I became a mom that year. 

I had to completely rediscover myself. My body changed, my hair changed, my tastes changed. I read mostly adult novels this year and a ton of non fiction. Who even am I?! 

I've become okay with not wearing makeup, with taking the shortest showers ever. 

I have completely new friends it seems and love looking at other people's baby pictures. 

I've had to learn a whole lot more compassion. 

Instead of panicking that I'm going to die every day at work, I worry about a ton of other things like constipation and over heating and breathing and so many other things. 

I don't like true crime podcasts anymore which is sad. Going to restaurants is just not worth it, fast casual all the way friends! 

I've struggled with depression and anxiety and grown and consequently had a lot of personal insights about myself. 

I feel like I lost my sense of style, but I'm still working on figuring that out. I can't dress the same I did at the library because I'm down chasing a baby around. 

I'm learning that I still have worth even if I can't do a million things everyday and it's okay to just do what it takes to get by. I'm still trying to not let what other people think effect me so much. 

But mostly, 25 was filled with so much more love than I could ever have imagined. 

Goodbye 25. You were hard. But dang it, you were wonderful.