28…

It’s just a number, right?! Wow…28 years on this planet and I’ve done a lot. I have two masters degrees and two (really three) undergraduate degrees. I work at a job that I really enjoy and pays me more than my parents ever made in a year…and I’m 28. But, have I truly done what I wanted? I still have the ridiculous notion that I want audtion for American Idol, so I can hear Randy call me “Dawg”, Paula say well done and Simon tell me that I don’t look like a Super Star.

Also, my age now proclaims that it has been ten years since high school. Would people recognize me? Do I want people to recognize me? I still cling to the insecurities of that I may not be accepted because I’m not perfect but I have the confidence to show the world that they don’t bother me. The confidence is mostly genuine because I do know who I am and what I am capable of accomplishing, but it can be a facade when those imperfections are consuming my thoughts. But, at 28, I’m trying to love and embrace me.

This new number is also bringing back those childhood dreams of where did I think I would be at this age? I thought I would be married. I thought that I would be starting to consider bringing another life into this world. But, I’m not and I’m not. I do have a spectacular man who treats me like a queen, won’t let me open a door and I am not allowed to touch the trash. He makes me laugh and when I hear his voice, it’s an instant smile upon my face knowing that he is mine.

So, 28. It’s a nice even number. And today, I feel like it fits. Today, I feel like I’ve become me.