"I asked her what she wanna be when she twenty five - she turned and looked at me, and she said.. alive.."
I'd be flat out lying if i said that I feel a little wiser, a little smarter, or even a little older. Twenty Five feels exactly the same as eighteen did. Over the past couple of weeks, I panicked and wringed my hands at the thought of hitting twenty five and not throwing a huge party to celebrate. Don't get me wrong, I am exceedingly happy to have made it to this age relatively unscathed, alive, and very much well. There have been times in the past when i thought everything was tumbling down around me and that was it, I wasn't going to make it, but I did, and i'm standing tall to shout my testimony from the rooftops. I made it to twenty five, and I'll be celebrating another twenty five years and more. The pressure surrounding birthdays is immense, especially when it's a milestone one, so instead of subjecting myself to said pressure, I've simply planned a day of doing my favourite things, like eating Korean food, adding another piercing to my mounting list (YOLO *Sings grown woman by Beyonce*), and of course, sipping on a coffee in one of my favourite places.