If you'd asked me at 15, or 20 where I thought I would be at 28... Man. It would not match where I currently am, that's for sure.
For some reason, 28 has always been a big deal to me. Bigger than 30. Not like I'm scared of it, but 28 was always ok shit you are actually an adult now. Why? Because my mum was 28 when she had me. When I was 15 I thought 28 was so old and I would totally have like 3 kids by then. When I was 20, I thought - ok maybe one already or I'd be pregnant. Now? Hey, what's wrong with 30?
Here are some things that I thought would be true by the time I turned 28:
I would always have long hair - my mum never let me cut my hair when I was younger because her mum never let her have long hair.. vicious cycle. I cut a big chunk out of my hair when I was like 12 and cried for weeks - I thought I would never cut my hair again, and I had long hair up until I moved to the US - and then I discovered how much easier my hair was to do, how much healthier it was and how much better it held curl. Sometimes I miss my long hair, but I really dig my 'short' hair.
A non sloucher - yeah, I still slouch. I really thought I'd be better by now.
Friends with everyone that I was friends with at the time - yeah, some friendships are not meant to last.
I wouldn't get hangovers - I never got hangovers when I was younger, and I truly thought I never would. HA.
Not blogging - because I never thought I would do this, enjoy it and be kind of okay at it? I didn't even have the internet or a computer when I was 15, and at 20 I didn't even know what a blog was. But I love it. So thank you blogging friends.
I would always be blonde - I could not fathom being a brunette. I had tried a couple of times to dye my hair but it always made me look washed out and gross. I was blonde and I loved it.. then one of my besties took a stab at it and I haven't turned back. Turns out all I needed was a good hair stylist.
Super cool - I totally thought I would be 'cool' by now. I don't think I am, but the best part is that I don't care as much as my 15 year old self did.
A bazillion dollars saved up - because adults don't have shopping addictions and make tons of money. We do have money saved up, of course, but I guess young me thought I would be a millionaire or something. Plus, shit cost money yo.
Eat whatever I want and not exercise - I really could eat whatever I wanted and not exercise up until my eating disorder - I am sure it messed my metabolism up, but also just age... I can't eat a whole pizza and not feel it or see it on the scale. I used to eat bags of lollies with no problems and now if I eat one bag of gummi bears I feel sick.
I would not own a house - I must be the only person in the world who didn't want to own a house. I remember arguing with a girl at work when I was like 23 because my goal in life was not to own a home and hers was. She just couldn't see it my way - I figured I might buy one if I settled down with a guy but at home it is much more common and sometimes better to rent, and there is nothing wrong with it. She wanted to buy a home on her own, on her own two feet - and kudos to her. But it wasn't for me. We obviously own a house now, but I couldn't have done it on my own - nor would I have wanted to.
Eating really well because adults don't eat junk - my mum was an unfair role model because she doesn't like chocolate or ice cream like wtf. I, on the other hand, love alllll the junk.
Good at moderation - goes hand in hand with the junk thing. If I could do moderation like normal people, I wouldn't have had to give up soda.
Good at everything I do and have all the knowledge - because adults are just good at stuff and know everything, right? I remember when I was younger I literally thought I knew everything and what I was going through was different than what my mum was saying to calm me down. I remember fighting with girls at school and she told me if it didn't matter in 5 years, it didn't matter right now. But I was like of course it will freaking matter, don't you understand? But it didn't. I barely remember their names. As I have gotten older, I have realised that I definitely know more than my younger self but I definitely do not know it all. That's ok. Here's to living and learning some more.
Be old - I don't think I am old. So screw you, young me.
Is it just me, or is growing up completely weird? Like totally the opposite of what I thought. I don't feel 28. I mean, I do in the sense that I have 28 years worth of memories and I can remember things that younger generations have no clue about.. But when I was younger I would see someone older and I would think they looked it.. But I feel like I still look like me, I don't look 'old'. I can't sit on the floor cross legged anymore, or move furniture without being sore the next day.. I make an 'oomfph' noise when I get off the couch, but I don't feel older and I definitely don't feel old. Does that even make sense?
Is there anything you thought you'd be doing at your age and you aren't?