It’s officially bare-leg-weather, people. In other words, my life is once again filled with joy. If you’ve read more than one or two of my posts, you probably have heard me complaining about the cold or winter or rain or darkness etc…aside from the fact that I just like to whine sometimes (all the time), I also legitimately feel more down in the winter (I believe it’s this little thing called S.A.D.), not to mention my body literally shuts down (I ran a whole 8K with no feeling in three of my toes last month). I believe that’s also a little thing called anemia or the worst blood circulation ever, but long story short, I am a summer girl to the core.
SO YEAH the sun is out, the birds are chirping, the sky is blue and I can walk around with my skin exposed to the wind and feel GREAT about it. Also feeling pretty excited about life because my little sister is back in town!!! My family may be big but we’re all really close with one another, and whenever one of us has to leave for an extended period of time it’s pretty brutal for everyone, actually. I believe there’s a word for that too and it is pa-the-tic. Or codependence. But I like to think it’s just the fact that we’re all so chamazing as a rambunctious, loud, freakishly identical (seriously) group that it’s best to stick together, wolf pack style.
On another note, can anyone believe that it’s almost April?! What on earth. I feel like I’m in a freak time machine, racing right towards my birthday waaaaay too quickly. For some reason, 26 is my “scary age.” I don’t know why…it’s not like I’ve grown up thinking “by the time I’m 26 if I don’t have this and this and this and this and this done, well then I’m just a complete failure.” It’s just especially adult to me, and anyone who knows me knows that I am not “adult,” which is probably the reason I’m panicking. Case in point: me trying to perfect the Fonzie “AAAYYYY” for 2 hours the other day, with impromptu dance numbers sprinkled between my many and varied attempts. I don’t even know if I could pinpoint any age that someone should be doing this at……maybe seven. Anyone else have a “scary age,” and why?