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.