I sit here with just a few days left before I walk into my mid-twenties, and for the first time in my life, I have mixed emotions about turning another year older. Twenty-five feels surreal to me. I can look back at my younger self, talking about marriage by 25, maybe even kids by 25..I thought by TWENTY-FIVE I would have it all figured out. How naive. I am not where I had myself planned to be by 25, and I could not be happier.
Although the number to me feels iconic, like a great milestone in my life, I have decided to take the pressure off of myself when walking into this next year. I have spent so many years of my life trying to find myself. For the first time, I feel so true to who I am. This year I am dedicating my time to setting new goals and putting myself out there even more (something that does not always come so naturally to me contrary to what it may seem.) For this next year, I plan to push myself in parts of my life that I have not focused on before like mental health, getting in tune with my body taking the absolute best care of it to keep it running about 125 more years ;)
Twenty-five is not what I thought it needs to be. I spent every milestone thinking I would be somewhere else in my life, and as every milestone has passed I was exactly where I needed to be at that time. I am not going to look at this year and pressure myself to be somewhere I am not ready to be yet. Although I may not be at the point in my life where I thought twenty-five would be, I feel like I have so much more to take in. I want to learn more, see more, love more, travel more, DO MORE. I am more comfortable, confident, and true to who I am than I ever was in my early twenties. I plan to walk into my mid-twenties with more courage and tenacity than I've ever had. The best part? I get to bring you all with me, and that was something I never thought I would be lucky enough to have. I can't wait to see where this year takes us.