"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.
It's strange because I still don't feel like a twenty five year old should, and perhaps thats a good thing. In my mind as a child I had a heavily embellished idea of what adulthood looked like, and in my head it was a perfect house with a picket fence, a husband and children by twenty five, and now that I look back at it, and realise i can barely wake myself up for work or lectures, that it's silly to put a time frame on certain life milestones. It's better to well, just live your best life! And with that, i'm off to have cake for breakfast at Pattern and then visit the Barbican Conservatory. Have a great week all!
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