Good Morning Everyone,
I have just finished my English Muffin and I'm still lingering over my hot tea and I feel like I finally need to address what happened on April 1. I turned 27. Now, there are those in my camp that feel like I should not admit that number that I should eternally stay in the realm of 25 for as long as I can. And who knows maybe you will read an article about me one day in Instyle magazine (ohhh this is getting fun....I'm getting carried away) and I will say I'm 25 and every last one of you will either be appalled that I could lie so outright or laugh that I'm a hypocrite. I would deserve that. Anyway, as of this day I am admitting I'm 27.
27. Twenty seven. Any way I type it, it looks awful. Now when I say awful I swear I'm not becoming one of those youth obsessed women who have already started taking Botox. (Some things you should save for later... wink!) I just mean 27 is an age where I feel like I'm reminded of some things I thought I would accomplish by now but haven't. However, I did get married last year and I just finished a project that I'm really proud of and has definitely been some of my best work yet. So I haven't peaked..... I never want to peak..I want to be like Abraham...Just when I think I get to settle into retirement God says, "Surprise, you are going to be the father of nations, we have a lot of work to do." I love that with God, you never really run out of time. I believe that.
So in terms of the things I haven't accomplished yet: i.e. recording contract or distribution deal or whatever shape this music venture turns into. I am still anxious. I have a lot I want to do. But in terms of life goals....i.e. Meeting my incredible husband, traveling, and building our cute little Colorado-ish townhome, maintaining and growing my relationships with my family and friends. I'm right on track.
My tea at this point needs a reheat, and the Easter candy that I bought for my family when they come this weekend is looking more and more like a nice finishing touch to breakfast, so I should close. In my heart I still feel 16. Moments when I can't believe I'm allowed to drive or that I do my own taxes. haha. There are a million things I still don't know how to do. (Hey, a short 10 months ago I thought a clove of garlic was a bulb of garlic. I discovered this AFTER I already served the special dinner to my inlaws on my fine china. Oh yeah.... First married dinner I cook for my inlaws and the pastor who presided over our wedding. Nice Cam, nice.) I am hoping that these next three years, while I'm embracing my late 20's will continue to show me that my best is yet to come. That people's expectations of me being a grownup will be coupled with grace as I still fumble around trying to learn the ropes. Ok...this Oprah/therapy session is ending. For those of you who stuck around to the end. You are truly in it to win it and I cherish people like you. Love to all of you.
Cameron
