So, I had a mile-stone birthday recently. The anticipated Twenty-One. It's been the age more exciting to me than even 18! It meant true freedom of choice was mine. At least, in relation to the beverage category! I've yet to have the stereotypical, crazy night of celebration. Kyle did take me out to dinner at West First, a little wood-fire baked pizza restaurant. It's the offspring of the Flat Rock Bakery, which makes wonderful breads and such in a wood fired oven. We had delicious pizza and beer and wine (beer for the Man and wine for the Girl). Afterwards we walked around Main Street, hand in hand, conversing in the way the alcohol, ease, relaxation, and happiness promote. I had such a feeling of pure satisfaction in my life and love. This is what I always dreamed of: living well, loved, secure, doing 'adult' things, responsible. Simple yes. But not always attainable.
The feeling that burst to the surface that night had been slowly building. From the insecurities about my job situation, the apprehension of interviewing and learning new habits and tasks, to comprehension and confidence as my job knowledge increased, to a new level of satisfaction and joy in my life.
It almost feels like I've reached what my angsty teenage self longed for all those hormone-filled and mentally exhausting years. I feel...grown up. And it feels great!
