Me at 18

I’ve been thinking about age a lot.

Especially since I had my birthday last week and turned 45.

I’m not going to lie.

I feel like I’m getting better the older I get.

I spend less time making EVERYTHING about myself and more time enjoying my family and friends.

I’ve learned to mellow out and relax instead of getting uptight about everything.

For the most part I don’t pretend to be something I’m not.

Although I will, on occasion, emphasize all my stellar qualities and attributes.

Like when I’m trying to impress a guy.

I’m glad I’m no longer 18 years old.

But damn, 18 was a GOOD YEAR!

Here I am at 18, graduating high school with my sister.

And all dressed up going out with friends (probably 19 years old in this picture).

At 17 years old, posing for my Junior Prom with my date.

And here I am with friends at the top of Half Dome.

It’s crazy to think of how the years have passed by in the blink of an eye.

But there you have it.

Me at 18.

 

2 thoughts on “Me at 18

    • I agree. My 30s were better than my 20s and my 40s are better than my 30s. I imagine the trend continues as I get older. But sometimes I wish I could take the knowledge I have now and infuse it into my 20 year old self.

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