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On Turning Twenty-Four

The Scene:
NYE, just after midnight.

The Characters:
Barely Thirty
Nearly Thirty
Twenty-Five
Me

Me: You know, I don't really think New Year's is such a big deal. Except that it's close to my birthday, which is when I see the new year really starting...hurrah for January birthdays, eh? (nudges Nearly Thirty).

Nearly Thirty: sigh.

Barely Thirty: You don't need to stress about turning thirty. It's really not that bad. And I sure as heck wouldn't want to be twenty-four again!

Me: (with fake shock and sadness) Ohhhhhhhhh!

Barely Thirty: Oh no! You're twenty-four!?

Me: I will be in a week....

Barely Thirty: Oh, I didn't mean it! I'm sure it will be a good year...it's just that, for me, twenty-four was an awful year.

Nearly Thirty: Yeah, me too. Twenty-four was terrible.

Twenty-five: nods.

Me: Oh no! Everyone hated twenty-four!

Barely Thirty: I'm sure it will be different for you...we suffered enough at twenty-four that you shouldn't have to. What's that verse? We filled up what was lacking in your affliction....?

Me: Ha, ha. Thanks...



Now it's a week later, and I am twenty-four, and I am hoping that it's not a terrible year. I can't say which way it will go (obviously), but I am content at the number behind my name, at the very least.

Twenty-four is a good number, because it is young, but not too young. It says that I have been on my own long enough (seven years, this fall) to know how to take care of myself. It says that I am old enough to have opinions, theories, thoughts - and young enough to still learn (not that an ability to learn is necessarily tied to age). It is okay for me to be single at twenty-four. It would be okay for me to date at twenty-four; it would even be okay for me to be married at twenty-four. There enough years left ahead of me that I do not need to stress over every missed opportunity. I can take things slowly, knowing that there is no rush to get anywhere.

I like twenty-four. Now I hope the year is as good as the number.

Comments

Sarah said…
My 24th year was pretty good. Although at the time it wasn't significant, it was then that I met the man who would become my husband 3 years later.
nadine said…
Twenty-four was a strange year for me. A really good, really hard, really real year. I laughed hard, cried until exhaustion, and stared down fear.

And I visited you :)

Enjoy it. (And write it.)
Mindy said…
I agree with the girls above. 24 is a good year. Well, I guess I'm still 24 but it's been pretty good so far. Whatever happens, God is good and He'll give you what you need this year :)
steph said…
your sample of 3 in negative experiences of being 24 is breaking down in these comments.
24 has been good (so far).
and it's true, you could be married in the next 12 months, it's been done, YJNK
Jill said…
happy belated birthday! I guess in a year's time you can tell us how 24 went. and hey, you're younger than i thought!

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