Today is my 25th birthday. Man do I feel old. Everything seems fine until you hit your mid twenties and realize you’re technically supposed to stop eating an entire box of cereal in one sitting. I’m so not ready for this.
Beyond the startling fact that I’m just as close to thirty as I’m away from twenty, I’m pretty excited about this next year. It feels like I’m finally starting to shake off all the insecurities and self-doubt I’ve felt through my early twenties. I’m beginning to settle into myself, feeling more self-assured, and ready to see what comes next.
I’m at that point in my life when a lot of my friends are still gripping onto college, refusing to abandon multiple day hangovers and dead-end jobs. When Alex and I moved to Grand Rapids it felt like we skipped ahead twelve spaces in the game of life. We found ourselves living a life another fifteen years down the road, right now. It feels like a dream and I’m trying not to blink.
My twenty-fourth year was an amazing one. I got married. I settled into this new home and lifestyle. I took bigger risks with my business. I also failed a lot more. Yet I feel all the better for it and more ready than ever to try new things in my twenty-fifth year.
So what’s on the agenda. Our first craft show is in just two days with three more following throughout summer. We’re attending more conferences and have travel on the books. We’re also eating better, taking care of our relationship, and sending as much time with family as we possibly can.
So although the number is scary, I can’t wait to see what happens next. So here’s to 25.
