Bless me.

I have been thinking a lot lately about a certain day in 18 days. 

October 24th.

I am not sure why it is so upsetting to me. 

Usually I am so stoked to turn a year older.

Growing up I always wanted to be 23. 

I thought it was the age of being a hot mom.

I just thought that the age 23 you are the hottest. 
haha. 

Now that I am almost the age of my dream I am upset. 

I guess I just thought by this time 
so much more would be going on. 

I pictured at least 1 baby. 

A house. 

Real job. 

Maybe as a child I should 
have been more realistic.

I never said how old I would be when I wed (August 14, 2010), 
but i knew by 23 I would be settled.

I guess I am just not the mature girl I thought I would be.

I am SO immature. 

"Now that I am older and actually turning my favorite age of maturity I realize that I love who I am and I am glad I am not the girl I wished I was." -Jerilyn

I have loved being 22, but I guess I need to embrace 
the grateful age of 23 with open arms. 

Man, 23. I feel old.