They say 25 is supposed to be your quarter-life crisis. I feel like i'm just now starting to get this whole life thing figured out. And after waking up on my 25th birthday with pink eye, I have no other choice than to embrace it. Following a weekend full of such celebration with some of my closest friends, an irritated eye is a simple reminder that life isn't perfect.
I look forward to 25 and all the events that will come with it.
There isn't a time in my life that sticks out in my mind when there was so much to celebrate. Not only for myself, but for the people I have surrounded myself with. It seems like we are all hitting our stride at the same time. Being able to share our experiences together is unthinkable considering our different schedules and numerous personal commitments.
Being able to say goodbye to 24 with 14 of my best friends gave me reassurance that 25 will carry the torch. That we are all finding success in different ways. Through engagements, new careers, new relationships, a new dog or even new business ventures, we are all aggressivley pursuing what genuinely makes us happy.
I've learned a lot within the past 25 years, but nothing is as valuable as realizing the true reason to celebrate a Birthday. It's not only recognizing and applauding the anniversary of your birth, it is appreciating another year of memories and experiences with the people you call family.
I have many Thank You's to announce for the past 25 years, and I plan to break down each one individually within the next few days.
Until then, thank you for the birthday wishes! If you're reading this you play a major role in my life whether you know it or not…
P.S., how do I go 24 years, 364 days and 18 hours without getting pink eye before I wake up to a sealed eyelid? Gross