An Open Letter to 26

I’ve been Christina, Chrissy, Chris, Sturdi and C. Sturdi. I’ve tried to identify my identity, being last of three with two males before me. I was a tomboy.  Now, I’m just undefined.  I wear sneakers to work and flats on dates.  I wear dresses and heels when I’m feeling pretty and hoodies when I’m feeling beautiful. I am comfortable.

I lost my virginity, survived pregnancy and birthed a beautiful baby boy.  I’ve been mistreated by boys and I’ve broken the hearts of men.  I’ve learned lessons in love and the value of friendship. I’ve lost some best friends and gained some homies that I would have never expected.  I am grateful.

I’ve been fired from jobs.  I’ve quit dead-end employment.  I started my own business.  And I am barely financially stable.  I am thankful.  

I lost my best friend.  She passed away the first year I went away to college.  I’d like to believe she waited until I distanced myself before she left, so I could subconsciously prepare.  How thoughtful.  And to show my gratitude, I tattooed her name on my arm so that I am reminded that she’s always with me.  The imprint of her name holds up my left shoulder and my left shoulder carries my body when I am weak.  I am protected.

I went through my quarter-life crisis twice during 25, then you stabilized me, 26.  I am writing to you to show thanks for coming through in the clutch.

Although you missed a lot, I think we can make our own memories.

See, a lot of people think you’re just a regular number in the aging cycle, but I see you differently.  Why? Because you are my present and I plan to take advantage of you.  But you’re going to like it, I promise.

I want to take you to the future with me.  And fortunately, time says we have no choice.  So let’s transcend on a steady progression over the next 300 some odd days toward complete dependency on one another.

Let’s work as a team… a unit.  Eff it, let’s get married, 26.  Meet me at the altar of possibilities. Let’s make vows of complete stability, financial security, creative exploration and continuous maturity.

If you would have me, I am prepared to take the last 25 years of courting my life to seal the deal with you. Let’s accomplish dreams together.  No more day-dreaming.  No more fantasies.  I said, accomplishment.

I know we can do it, 26.  We can change the world.  Not only for ourselves, but for our little boy. And for his little boys.  And for generations of little boys and girls who will grow up in the ‘hood, become statistics and need an example to turn to for hope.

Let’s make that example.  Let’s be their way out.  I’m so anxious to get started, but what do you think, 26?

I’ll wait…

Christina Elyse Sturdivant

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