I’m sorry it’s been awhile since I’ve posted, I was busy turning 24 and reflecting on my life choices, as you do. 24 is a strange age. You can already vote, drink and Taylor Swift hasn’t written a song about it, but you can’t rent a car (you scoff, but I would love to be able to move myself across town in a UHaul.)

I’ve never been worried about aging because I look 16, and my mom looks like she’s 35. I’m not going to disclose her actual age, but trust me, she doesn’t look it. Seriously, not a wrinkle on that woman. I wouldn’t say I’m worried about aging now, but I think about it more than I ever did.

Younger me had ideas about where I would be when I was 21, 25 and 30. So far it doesn’t look like I’m going to be a rock star or own ten cats and 18 dogs, and I’m not married to Jonathan Taylor Thomas, yet. In fact, my life has taken a completely different turn than I was expecting. Though that could be a scary or discouraging thing, it’s a scary and freeing thing. Never before in my life have I felt so confused and in control at the same time.

I’m not going to be a rock star, but I will kick ass at whatever I end up doing. And last I heard JTT is unmarried, so I’m not closing that door yet.