Today is my birthday. I am officially 25. I am a quarter of a century.
As many of you know I have been Freaking out (with a capitol F!) about turning 25.
Not necessarily because I think it’s old because it’s not.
I think it’s more the fact that I don’t feel like I am 25.
I feel so much younger, like I did right after high school and that just seems incongruous with being 25.
I also think it has to do with the fact that I haven’t accomplished very many of the goals I set out to achieve by this age. I admit that I feel like a failure sometimes because of this and I think that may be the biggest issue I’ve had with this birthday.
However, everything has changed the last couple of days.
I had my birthday party on Friday where I had originally planned on going to dinner at a restaurant with my friends. Seeing as how I am in my mid-twenties I thought it would be the correct adult thing to do.
But then, I decided that I didn’t really want to do that.
I wanted to do something fun, something I loved when I was younger.
I wanted a sleep over!
And that is what I did. It was awesome and so much fun!
I got to spend time with people I love and adore and I got to be me.
Then the following day I was talking to my neighbor who mentioned something that really struck a chord with me. She said that when she was 25 it was her best year ever.
But oh so eye opening.
It made me realize that I can make this year be “the best year ever” just by being me.
And accepting me. I don’t have to conform to what I think a 25 year old should do or not do.
There is no wrong or right other than doing what makes me feel good and happy.
So this year, my 25th, will be awesome
because I will make it so!