I had 10 birthdays on my own before Drew came along and I've had 14 birthdays with him (I'm accounting for year 0 here because I guess I suddenly care about math). I always celebrate my birthday with with my friends and my parents, but somehow it doesn't feel real until Drew and I have taken cheesy pictures together and fought each other to see who could blow out the most candles. Drew was the first baby in our family after I was born, he was the first chance I had to be a big cousin, he was the first kid I babysat for and the first kid I put in time out (he bit his little sister). He used to sit on my lap while we took those cheesy birthday pictures - if he did that now you wouldn't see me in the picture! Needless to say; I feel his increasing age more acutely than I do my own.
So I'm 25 now - its official. I feel like I should have an aura of wisdom about me or at least feel smarter than I did. I don't. Perhaps that will come in time. I was surfing around some blogs today and I found this post at Jack Sh*t, Gettin' Fit. Take a trip over there and get some good life advice! A lot is health related, but a lot is just good sound advice from people who have lived a lot longer than I. So what have I learned in these 25 years?
1) The past is just that. What you were matters much less than what you are now.
2) If you think you can't do something, you're right. Remove the word from your vocabulary.
3) Your grandma, grandpa, aunt, uncle or parent possesses a skill you think is old fashioned. Ask them to teach it to you. The lesson you will learn has nothing to do with that skill.
I'll give it back you, gentle readers: What have you learned in your time on this earth?