Jessie Meets 25

My good friend Jessie talks an awful lot about death and the sure to come demise of her life in some sad, slow, crippling sort of way. The fact that she is now a quarter of a century old is no help to this. Even if it does mean she is only 25.  :) I thought it was most fitting when we were at dinner with her family for her birthday at Muldoons, and the waitress asked Jessie her age. Once learning that Jess is only now the ripe old age of 25, the waitress scoffed and said, "Thats it? You're a baby. Still a baby." Yes, I would like to remind both of us, that we are still young. We are officially in our mid-twenties. It is actually a little scary to think about what that means. We will be 30 in 5 years. That freaks me out for sure. I have many friends over the age of 30, and I don't consider any of them to be old. On the contrary, they are a rockin'  bunch of youthful middle aged women who live with grace, fun, laughter, and love. If any of them read this, they should know who they are. I used to live with a handful of some of them.

I will be 25 in April. I won't freak out just yet. But come 26, I might. I feel like its a downhill slope from there. Year by year until 30 comes. What is most terrifying about this whole aging thing, is that neither of us are where we want to be in life. We have bachelor degrees that we do not currently use. We do not have the kind of jobs we dreamed of. We do not have the kind of lives we ever dreamed of. I think my dream has drastically changed since Caleb came along, and my new dream looks different now. I understand that not all change happens at once. I think I would feel more encouraged if I felt like I was on the road going towards a dream becoming reality. Either way, I recognized how incredibly blessed I am in so many ways. I have to thank God for these blessings because I am deeply grateful for them.

To celebrate Jessie's big 25, we wanted to make grand plans. Take a day trip somewhere far. Sky dive or parasail or go to Mexico. We decided on a less grand trip to LA, but I wasn't able to go because I was sick (AGAIN) this weekend. We  did go dancing for the first time in over 2 years. One could say it was somewhat of a different experience. I guess we weren't thinking about what to expect once we got there as much as the getting there. I know this will make me sound old and super conservative, and I promise I am really not. But, I was honestly taken aback by the amount of girls in little dresses barely covering their ass. I swear I actually saw some bare ass cheek. A row of 5 girls would walk up all wearing a tiny dress that looked identical but in different colors. Please don't mistaken these observations for judgement. You can rock whatever look you want. It was just kind of surprising to see since I have kind of been living in a different world the last 2.5 years. The whole experience wasn't as fun as our old dance club days were.  We never went out too often, but we did use to go with groups of old college friends. And we primarily went to salsa clubs. Another downer was all the guys hanging around thinking they could touch you just because you were there. I said no to many people. In hindsight, I realize that I put myself in that position. It is all just kind of a shame.

Anyway, Jessie ended up doing LA and bungee jumping in the company of her lovely sister. I hope she had fun. She is someone who takes a chance at life and lives it as much as she can. She makes new experiences for herself and doesn't let the usual excuses get in the way. I admire her for that. Plus, she is just a really great friend and I am so lucky to have her. So happy 25th birthday Jess. You are truly exceptional.