|I'm on highway 27, bitches. CREDIT.|
I went through all the usual feelings amidst my sobs. I wasn’t going anywhere. I had no direction. I was the oldest Hooters Girl trying to keep up with girls who couldn’t even legally have a drink yet. My high school friends were all married and having babies and decorating fabulous little starter homes. I was just an old, unmarried waitress well on my way to being a cat lady.
Now the point of all this isn’t to show you how sorry I’m feeling for myself. What’s it’s really about is that I had my moment and proceeded to get over it. Yup, I cried. Actually, I bawled in a way that was anything but attractive. But I also realized how ridiculous I was being. I realized that though I’ll be older, I will not be old.
Yes, I’ll be turning twenty-seven, but at twenty-eight I’ll have an MBA. I’m also in the best shape of my life, not because I’m eighteen and have a metabolism that is on fire, but because I work my ass off and take great care of myself. Yes, I’m almost twenty-seven, but I am dedicated, motivated and going places. I just don’t know where those places are yet.
But you know what? I’m pretty excited to find out.