I have always been super pumped about ringing in my birthdays. Gettin' crazy with friends, having an excuse to party for two weeks straight. Well, not so much this year. I'm dreading the age I'm turning. I've passed my early twenties and have now gone on to being in my 'mid' twenties. I'm not the least bit old, but 2....6. 26. two six. twenty six! wow! really?! 26? I honestly dont know if I'll ever feel like an adult. Will it just one day click that I'm an adult. Does it come with age? Will I just wake up one day and feel older? Will I just turn around and then be a responsible mature adult? I ask this question to myself all the time. If anyone has any suggestions or advice, please let me know! I'm willing to listen! (See, thats adult of me!) lol. I'm such a kid at heart I think I've ruined myself for life. Dang it! Oooh well. For the most part, I think I've come a long way! I think.
I’m really struggling with watching my parents grow older. My mom’s memory has declined a lot, and walking has become difficult for her. She’s not active anymore—she mostly stays at home, only doing small chores around the house. She has very little motivation to do anything beyond that. My dad takes care of so much for her, and I try to keep her going by spending time with her, but our conversations feel so different now. As for my dad, his health is okay—not great, but manageable. I’ve mentioned before how hard it is to watch him face the physical limitations that come with age. He’s always been the kind of dad who could do it all—fix anything, carry anything, help with anything. He’s been my rock, always there to support me. I don’t think he ever imagined he’d still be helping his 40-year-old daughter with Jeep mods—but knowing him, I’m sure he secretly loves it. My dad and I are both facing new health challenges right now. I’m scared—but thankfully, mine isn’t life-threatening, as...
