My 25th birthday is a month from today.
I officially have one month left of my early twenties.
It’s really made me think about what’s what.
Normally I freak out right around my birthday, and I should be right on schedule for a total melt down about the big quarter century, but as of right now, it’s not happening. For some reason I’m not (currently) freaking out. I’m realizing that I’m actually kind of enjoying getting older. Lots of cool things are happening. I’m making better decisions, I’m kind of getting my shit together… At least some semblance of a vague couple year plan… and I’m really enjoying the ride.
SO much happens between 20 and 25. Seriously. It’s bananas.
At 20 I was wandering aimlessly through a sea of strangers at a big state school, referring to myself as a 20 year old spinster, and having NO clue of what I was doing with my life. NOW I’ve graduated from a big state school, am referring to myself as a 25 year old half of a couple, and have KIND OF a VAGUE idea of what I’m doing with my life!
If that’s not progress, you tell me what is….
I’ve learned a lot over the last 5 years…
Aside from that whole college degree thing, I’ve learned a lot about the world. And people. And Brazilian waxes. And how to fuck up your credit…
I’ve learned that Long Island Ice Teas are almost always a bad idea, and that buying a box of saltines and jar of peanut butter does not count as meal planning. I’ve learned that there is SO much more to coffee than frappacinos and that if you expect a certain reaction from someone, you’re often disappointed. I’ve learned that if you don’t ask, the answer is no, and that Las Vegas buffets can be super sketchy. Actually, a lot about Vegas is super sketchy.
I think 25 is gonna be a good year.