A  New Year, A New Begining

On the eve of my 26th birthday, I sit by my window smoking a cigarette. I am in a somber mood, simply reflecting upon the passing  year. Had I attained all that I'd assumed I would by now? Am I emotionally ready to depart from 25,and embarke upon 26,which is just 4 stops shy from the monumental 30. As a boy, I always assumed I'd be married by now.  27 was the year in which I would be financially secure, and by 28th I'd  be welcoming the birth of my first child.  Funny how God works,I guess. Although the ride has not been as predictable as I'd once configured, it has been quite magical. In retrospect, 25 as a whole was truly a year of childlike wonder,where I made the transition from adolescence stepping into manhood...one Prada loafer at a time.  Now Ladies, I admit to having a tad bit of apprehensions accepting the "RESPONSIBILTY" of being adult, and believe me I surprised even myself.