I recently turned 28. I was going to write this serious, reflective post, but there is too much going on in my life right now to scratch the surface of my deep emotional currents. So instead I made this list of things I find myself liking more as I get older. Enjoy the random break from poetry. 🙂
1. Limes.
What a wonderful sour yet happy fruit. Somehow tastier than lemons. And prettier. The lime makes something as boring as water exciting. One word: Mojitos! And don’t get me started on Key Limes.
2. Sci-Fi and Fantasy.
Maybe I am just letting my repressed childhood nerd come out. I love the imagination with no limits in storytelling, the lessons about humanity. Sometimes it seems more real than reality. Take me away on the T.A.R.D.I.S, Doctor.
3. Every genre of music.
Country and Folk can tell great stories of every day life. Hip-Hop can express our pain and passion. Rock can be a rallying cry. Pop is pop for a reason. It’s all about the lyrics.
4.Coconut.
Everything coconut. (Yes, I will put the lime in the coconut and drink them both up.)
5. Entertaining movies.
I still love the slow, thought-provoking Indie flicks, but I am allowing myself to stop being judgmental and just have fun. I don’t have to find life’s meaning in every blockbuster. (But I’ll probably never stop trying.)
6. Staying home.
Shocker. I honestly never thought I’d see the day. I still have a taste for adventure, I’ve just become less antsy. Trust me, It’s a good thing.
7.My love for poetry.
It’s getting harder to express myself in any other way. Hence this ridiculous post.
8. Beer.
We have a love/hate relationship. I am requiring a taste for it after pretending to like Bud Light just to seem cool and get drunk in High School, then abandoning all alcohol in my “holy” years. Give me Blue Moon and Guinness, please.
9. Not being so intense.
Ok, I still am. But not as bad. I don’t want to lose my good intensity, if it’s possible to differentiate. I guess I am learning to brush things off and move on. And laugh at myself little but more.
10. Liking myself.
This is a big deal. I wasted way too much time in self-hatred. Now I can’t get over my awesomeness. 😉
11. Fried eggs.
For breakfast. Every day. With a runny yoke. A year ago the thought of anything other than scrambled would have made me want to throw up.
12. Being ok with where I am spiritually.
All things are accomplished. Yes and amen. No more paranoia or intense longing to be better. I can rest.
5 and 28. Not that different.
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That is crazy how much you look the same. I look like a completely dude.
Enjoy those daily eggs while you are young enough to care about cholesterol. And I’m with you on limes and coconuts!