So I turned 25...

The day has come and the day has passed...I am officially mid-twenties. And I had an emotional break down yesterday (the birthday) over it.
I can't really explain why I got so upset...I think it was a mixture of exhaustion plus no Cymbalta for 2 days that really got me. Chad could not figure out why tears were rolling down my face on my birthday of all days. And I couldn't really put my thoughts and feelings into words. But now that the big day has passed and I can reflect logically and under prescriptive care, here is what I've come to realize:

I have accomplished A LOT in all areas of my life. I am a college graduate. I have a degree that I can actually use. I have a really good paying job with the opportunity to advance. I have meaningful relationships with people I have known for years, and with people I haven't known that long, meaning that I can keep old friendships and create new ones! I am GETTING MARRIED! My fiance and I own a home. I am halfway through making car payments and owning my Jeep free and clear. My plants grow. My house is well decorated. I can afford J.Crew. I am really close to my parents, both biological and step, and to my sister. I have a dog who loves to cuddle in good times and in bad...

I feel like I'm in pretty good shape, despite the fact that I do have credit card bills, shop too much, sometimes don't call friends back right away, and have some more weight to lose. Sometimes I don't fold all my laundry right when I take it out of the dryer and sometimes I don't pay my light bill on the EXACT day it's due. I'm not a size 6 anymore, but that is my goal.

I think sometimes I let all my little imperfections overshadow ME. That is my 25 and beyond goal - to appreciate me, in all my flawed glory. Then I can cry at 30!