Quarter of a Century

Well. Folks.

I've hit a quarter of a century. And it feels quite pleasant. 

Seriously. I don't remember ever feeling this happy around my birthday since... I was twelve? That's the last happy birthday I remember at least 🤣 I didn't even cry this year. Ah. You know how great that feeling is, to not even want to cry? 

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I went hiking (ahem sauntering) with some dear friends. I didn't tell them it was my birthday. For some reason it gave me a kick to just silently, alone enjoy this mile-marker. 

After a beautiful day, we went to get some food. Because of some random joke, a friend asked, "Did you recently have a birthday? Or what."

"Well. Technically today is."

I had a car full of packages (Amazon orders mostly) that I hadn't had time to open all week. So my friends jokingly snatched them, then handed them back. "Happy birthday!" 

Then we went dancing. I've never enjoyed dancing so very much. I was very tired from hiking. But also so very happy. So very happy. 

After reading the "Emily of Newmoon" books, I began writing a letter for myself to read in ten years.

For my curious readers, after reading Paolini's first two books, my mom decides they were no longer allowed. I was devastating;/ How I loved those books! But a couple years ago I did at last finish the series. Oddly I didn't find them half so grand. Yet my heart still holds a special love for those first two. 

As for the other questions... eh, who knows ;) Or maybe I do know. Or maybe somebody knows. But 'tis not for today's post. 

There's been quite a few rough patches. But twenty-five is feeling good. I'm seeing lots of flowers and finding more energy to enjoy them. It's great. 

I have some fun posts coming up!! About barefeet, church hopping, and something many modern folks may find horrendously disgusting. Ah. But until then, may you all have a wondrously blessed day full of happiness.