Even though turning 25 isn’t a milestone, it is a monumental birthday to me. Really, you’re just coming into your prime.  You’ve already done the fucked up shit you should do in your early 20’s, like getting a little too drunk a little too often.  Probably some other things as well, but I feel like that can go unsaid.  Now you have a full-time 9-5 (or in my case you’re working 2 jobs, student loans are a silent killer) and you’re starting to chill out a bit more.  Yesterday, I literally spent an hour going through old facebook posts just to find an old song I really wanted to hear.  As I was scrolling through, I realized how much I’ve grown in the last 5 years and thank god for that.  I think anyone with facebook can relate.  Anyway, the point is I was actually really terrified for my birthday, but now I’m really just excited for what my 25th year of life holds.  

Here’s to being a quarter century old.