Well, I’m officially on the wrong side of 25. Okay, okay. I do acknowledge that there’s really nothing wrong with getting older and that I likely have many more promising years ahead of me. I certainly plan on things just getting better and better with age! But it’s an interesting thing to actually see yourself as not a child anymore. Sure, there are plenty of things that qualify me as an adult, but I guess I’ve stayed away from really accepting my status in life as a fully fledged woman. Turning 26 makes it harder to ignore that.
When my mom was my age, she’d already had 4 kids. That just blows my mind. Sometimes I think that having children is really what makes you transition from a girl to a woman. There are definitely women that are younger than I am that I would consider “women” rather than “girls”, and many of them have kids. However, there are plenty of women my age without kids that I would consider women as well. Why is it that I shy away from that as a self identifying term? It’s a puzzle that I’ve been pondering for the past few weeks as my 26th year in life has caught up with me.
The conclusion that I come to is this- however reluctantly I have gotten there, I think it’s safe to say that I’m a 26 year old WOMAN. And being an adult woman is a beautiful thing. I feel like I’m entering a new stage in my life of peace and acceptance that I’ve never had before. At least that’s what I’m steering my priorities toward. Since I do plan on making the next stage in my life better than the last, it has to start with inner peace and self acceptance. Perhaps I’m actually on the right side of 25 after all.