Crisis Birthday

Everyone has a crisis birthday, or so I'm told. It's when you can't easily get over how old you suddenly are. Mine was last week. 

I feel like I should be eternally 24. Just a staff accountant, just married, just new at this whole homeowner thing. Instead somehow I'm 27, one promotion shy of management, a marriage veteran compared to my peers, and the old-ball-and-chain and I are casually looking for a summer home. Please stop the world, I'd like to step off for a sec.

Obviously, this is hardly a crisis. And my "problems" are laughable in the grand scheme of things. That doesn't make growing up - and growing out of an old identity - any easier.

I've been traveling almost nonstop since my last post but busy season is ending and I'm planning on getting back in the saddle with this whole blog thing. Got nice and rested in the sun on Galveston Island last weekend. Water tends to level us Scorpios out, like hitting a reset button. Watching the sunrise over the Gulf of Mexico was just what I needed. New era starts now. I'm not 24 anymore, and that's ok.