The Heartlines on your Hand

"You didn't get fired in 90 days" lunch with BECCA

   Today celebrates the end of my 90 "trainee" title, to quote Kevin Rudolph "I made it. I made it." I am officially a BOHAN Brand Engagement Specialist or in layman's terms which you non-Advertising people probably still won't understand an assistant media planner/buyer. It finally feels real. All the college kids are leaving my little brother Jofus included, wait...what? the intern is gone, and I now have to leave an extra 10 minutes early to go the back way through the neighborhood to avoid all the Jack Anderson Elementary traffic; hello #postgradproblems. Surreal is how I would classify this feeling, almost like I'm watching myself live the life I talked about/dreamed out/ yearned for for so long. Yesterday I started training for my next half marathon yeah I'm really doing this again and while I was running through the park watching little league soccer and baseball practices, couples walking their dog together hand in hand no I did not shove them off the path and little girls and their mommas walking their baby dolls, I looked back through with the sun streaming through the trees and just took a deep breathe in. I feel complete. I feel strong. After a Smoothie King stop with the little brother complete with me taking my shoes off while waiting for my smoothie because I was convinced the entire instep of my foot was peeling off, welcome back to training and a Office Depot run for binder dividers for the Dollar General Insertion Order binder once again you have no idea what that means, but I do. (It's my job) I finally got to plop on the sofa with mom, dad, and yes, Sophie to watch some HGTV and irritate mom by refusing to change out of my sweaty frat tank I religiously run in.  And as I sat there laughing while also staring at Dad when he would give his commentary on the designers' choices I once again asked God how I became so blessed. I'm a "one song on repeat for weeks" kind of girl and while putting together a stack of IOs the other day I let Spotify do the driving, putting the Billboard 100 playlist on shuffle and thus a new obsession was born. I expect Imagine Dragons to start paying me royalites on this song because I swear they took my feelings/emotions and put them into song form. "Radioactive" Imagine Dragons; listen to it, run to it, love it. So yes, Julie/Mom/BECCA, I will publicly say it... all those nights in the library, and horrible group project meetings, and psychotic roommates, and emotionally draining phone calls were worth it. This is it, my 20s. The decade when I will get married, have babies, grow my career and become the person I've dreamt about since I was little. It's all here, welcome to the new age. 

   "I'm waking up. I feel it in my bones. Love to make my systems go. Welcome to the new age, to the new age."