Daring to Be » Growing old so young.

Most of the time I don’t feel that old. Not that I am old, mind you. I just mean, as much as it shouldn’t since I will be 24 in less than 2 months, I still am a bit surprised when people I know and are around my age get engaged/married/have children. My reaction is sort of “Really!? Wait a minute… I guess we ARE old enough.”

The reason I write this is because my “sister from another mister” (Chelene, my sister’s best friend) got engaged last week and asked me tonight to be a bridesmaid. My answer was yes of course.

That makes three weddings I was/will be a part of. Bridesmaid last summer for my brother’s wedding, maid of honour for Megan’s wedding this summer, and bridesmaid for Chel’s wedding next May.

“Old” has such a negative connotation to it. So let me make it clear, by saying I feel old I do NOT mean it as a bad thing. I am quite enjoying growing up, and life seems to be getting better and better every year. I’m sure my brother, Megan, and Chelene would agree.