You’re young until you’re not

We get older.

Some years we get fatter, some years we get skinnier.

Our bank accounts go up, or down.

We buy less beer, more wine.

Pay less rent, sign more contracts.

But always, we get older.

I’m perplexed by the idea that in one day I can be both “m’am” and “girl.” That I look both older and younger.

In between. Guess that’s why they call it mid-twenties.

If I were to sum up what I wanted for this year and all others to come, it would simply be “more.”

More sunsets. More laughter. More friends. More chances. More mistakes. More life.

Because we get older. And if this year has taught me anything, it’s that you never know how much more you have.