Monday is a big day. I’ll turn thirty three. I
remember when that sounded so old. Now it just seems normal. I saw
a friend the other day that I hadn’t seen in about 4 years. He looked at
me in a completely bewildered manner and said “you haven’t aged a day.” I
think he meant it as a compliment; he just seemed so confused that I didn't
appear old.
This year has been a crazy roller coaster. It seems like ages ago that I celebrated 32
by doing shots with my random neighbors.
Houston was still new, people were all still new, and everything felt
like it had just changed. What I find so
strange is that exactly one year later – I still feel the same way. Am I stuck in some kind of emotional black
hole?
It’s been an interesting year filled with firsts and new
experiences. These are some of the
things I remember as firsts, or at least the things I am willing to publish:
This year it was my first time to:
- Shoot off fireworks in a suburban street
- Play in a softball game
Win an award for something I was terrible at
(fundraising)
Bake on a regular basis
Fall in love with a vampire
Drink too much bourbon at a wedding (oh wait,
not actually the first time for that)
Be put in time out for not answering wildlife
questions seriously- Go general admission to a concert
- Participate in Halloween festivities (no, I didn’t
dress up but I didn’t hide either) - Perform ‘Cool Rider’ at a party
- Put up Christmas decorations before Thanksgiving
Wear a tutu to a Roller Skating 70s 1st
birthday party (for myself)- Build a gingerbread village
- Watch all the Dr Pepper Big 12, SEC or ACC
Championship games from home
Steal a ‘most creative sign’ at Lights in the
Heights
Literally laugh so hard that I “threw up a
little bit in my mouth”- Cook Christmas Dinner for 12 people and only
screwed up the gravy - Want to kick a grown man’s ass (Jake on The
Bachelor) - See the very best groom’s cake ever at Melissa
and Alan’s wedding (it was the UT Tower)
Get 4 traffic tickets in one stop
Feel what its like to be without a job
Feel the sweet relief of finding a new job and actually kinda liking it
Earn miles on Continental Airlines- Drink a coke in about 10 years
Put together a computer ….
Feel like I’m starting over again at 23….
I am not where I thought I’d be when 13 year old Sherry
imagined turning 33. I am not driving a
pink Corvette, living in a Dream House or married to Ken.
But I think I am right where I am supposed to
be, at least for now.
May 26, 2010 at 4:27 pm
Wow, some amazing firsts. I think the take away is that you are doing wonderful at 33. Life is good. Hugs. PS- great read.
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June 2, 2010 at 1:56 pm
Well, I can say I’m 45 and def not where I thought I would be! I love reading your updates and stories and miss them most hearing it in person. I had that Barbie dream townhouse, now that was high livin’!
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