Most days I am unaware of my age. I could just as easily be 28 as I am 38. It doesn't help that since I was 20 I have been forgetting how old I am and have to actually do the math when asked my age. What I am not unaware of though is the stage of my life. Not so long ago I was single and then I was newly married. I was a graduate student and then had a professional career. I trained and performed as a dancer. I traveled and lived abroad. I stayed up into the wee hours of the morning and it had nothing to do with small children. I remember people telling me to do all of these things while I could because once I started a family it would be so much harder. I heard the wisdom coming from the older generation and I heeded their words.
Even though I understood what they saying, it's only now that I really get it. Last night my brother threw some things into a backback and boarded a plane with two of his buddies. They are off to Costa Rica for 6 weeks. They have almost no itinerary except for the date of a return flight. Before them lies a blank slate to be filled with one awesome adventure. I am, admittedly, a bit jealous. That chapter of my life is over. I love Papi Chulo, I adore my little girls, and I am happy with my life. And, sometimes, I miss those days. And I am oh so very grateful that I made the best of them while I could.
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