I turn 28. at that point, i can no longer toy with the idea that i am in my “mid twenties”. Although, I guess if I’m honest with myself, I’d admit that I’ve been in my late twenties for the past year.

I’ve had a lot of visions about where I thought I’d be at 28 years old, none of which actually reflects my current life. I feel like all the pieces of my life are slowly coming together, in a weird game of tetris. Pieces that I never would have imagined working are now fitting in seamlessly with one another.

I’m the first to admit that I’m not always the most optimistic person. Some may go as far as to call me jaded. Like most people, I’ve had to deal with some of life’s typical lemons and I’m definitely not the girl who takes lemons and makes lemonade out of it (enough lemon drops to make me hazily recall whether or not I’d done/said something I’d regret but never lemonade). Unfortunately, this negative outlook had a detrimental effect on my relationships with friends, family and most importantly, myself.

Life is better right now, much better than I could have ever hoped for. It’s not perfect, but what is? I acknowledge that there’s room for a LOT of improvement in my life, and I’d like to set some goals for the three month countdown until my birthday.  Not all of my goals are feasible by December 15th and I won’t consider myself a complete and utter failure at life if I haven’t accomplished everything by then. Really, it’s more of a check-in date, a date to hold myself accountable to. If December 15 rolls around, and I haven’t done anything to accomplish these goals, then I have no excuse to complain about anything.

I’ll have to give these goals some serious consideration and hope to set them by the weekend.