This Race is crazy town. In the best of ways.
I found myself telling some of my friends at dinner tonight, “You know what guys? I’m actually starting to feel like an adult. I actually feel like I’m 24 right now!”
It’s funny to me, because over the past two years while I was living in Chicago, most everyone I met would be shocked when I told them that I was 23 years old.
“Really? I could have sworn that you were around 26” was the response I heard the most.
“Really?!” I would say back to them, “because I feel like I’m 12 most of the time”. It just never fully made sense to me. Though, I was honored to hear that most people saw some sort of maturity in me.
So now, being halfway through the Race, I’m really excited to finally be at a place where I feel like I’m the age that my birth certificate says I should be. I’m excited about the maturity that I’ve grown in over the past 5 ½ months. I’m excited about the challenges that have brought me this far. I’m excited to finally step into adulthood… forreal. & I’m excited to see what more the Race has in store for me over the next 5 ½ months.
Who knows… maybe I’ll leave this adventure feeling like I’m a geriatric woman who is ready to pour out my wisdom upon all of the young people I encounter. As weird as it sounds, I kindof hope that’s the case – cause that’s actually one of the times I’m looking forward to most in life.
Here’s to challenges. Here’s to wisdom. Here’s to maturity. Here’s to the World Race!
