A Chunk of Life in a List

In a little over a month I will be starting a new decade. I am not freaking out as much as I thought I would considering that I am forever leaving my twenties. But that said, being on the cusp of the new age has made me rather reflective. So I decided to do a sum up of pivotal, life changing, or worth mentioning events that have defined this chapter of my (relatively speaking) young life.  They are in no particular order, and are not sorted by relevance; I will leave it to you dear readers to interpret the importance of events for yourselves.

My uncle gave me a car (RIP sweet Sadie)

I worked as a nanny in Colorado

I was around for my grandma T’s and Grandpa Glenn’s last days

Was in the room when my Grandpa breathed his last breath.

I discovered I liked sweet potatoes

Perhaps I did not conquer my demons I did however look more than a few of them in the eye, and acknowledged their existence (which I hear is half the battle)

I visited my Grandma Chris when she lived in Lincoln Nebraska.

I stood up in two weddings once as a bridesmaid (for one of my dear friends) and once as a maid of honor (for my sister) for women that I love dearly.

Traveled to San Fransico, San Lois Obispo, Washington D.C. and Boston  (all at different times)

Took some Modern Dance classes.

Fell in love.

Survived my first broken heart.

Learned how to breath through a panic attack.

Made lots of mistakes.

Worked a job where I cleaned tanning beds.

Played parts as an actor that was against type.

Earned an associates degree.

Won some awards for writing.

Got type cast as an actor.

Earned a bachelor degree.

Started a short-lived theatre troupe.

Discovered I was not an actor.

Realized my heart was in writing.

Took an oil painting class.

Made more than one drunken text.

Burned some bridges (hopefully learned something in the process)

Made some friends that are total lifetime keepers.

Met some people who are not keepers.

Gained nearly a hundred pounds.

Lost over sixty of those pounds.

Became a Vegetarian.

Worked as a Substitute teacher.

Realized that even though I was not that much older than them, teenagers no longer thought I was cool.

Decided to switch to being a pescatarian.

Discovered that I could like whatever music I wanted to like without caring what my peers thought of me.

Kissed more than my share of frogs (none of whom turned to princes but lets face it,   

                                                              sometimes frogs are good kissers)

Started graduate school.

Learned to like myself better than when I was nineteen.

So there you have it, my twenties in a brief list format.  I hear that our self-awareness deepens in our thirties and we are more settled and comfortable in our skin. I hope that is true!