No offense meant to anyone, but this next birthday I am about to celebrate is a big one. Somehow, in my mind, 25 seems old. It seems like a plethora of things should be happening or have happened so far in my life, and to be honest, I'm not there yet. Now, I've never been someone who has put birthdays to events happening in life, probably because for most of my life I've believed (and still do) that all that 'being normal' stuff is ridiculous and I'm very happy having my life be on its own timeline, one that God particularly laid out for me. That being said, these emotions I've been feeling seem VERY foreign to me. Its not that I don't like what is going on in life right now. I very much do. Its just weird to be at the 25th year of my life and consider what I assumed would or would not have happened by now. For instance:
I thought by now I would:- have figured out what style I like. I'm still all over the map. Sporty one day. Dressed up/girly the next.- be working in a different modality than x-ray.- own a car. (I did, but sold it. So now, to my name, I don't own one.)- have a few more stamps in my passport.- enjoy wearing makeup. (Still hate it.)- be settled.- know how to play the guitar.- have grown out of being so attached to my family. I stinkin' love them!I also thought by now I wouldn't:- be living in the Eugene/Springfield area- be married. (Might come as a shock, but I totally didn't expect to be married to such an incredible man.)- be so physically inactive. I had assumed my twenty's would have me in the best shape. There's still time.- be wondering about what my life's work really is.- be living in a warehouse.
But for as much as I haven't expected or am surprised by in life, I am also excited for the fact that more is to come. I sort of left my 25 before 25 list to the birds, and yet the past year has seen numerous adventures and firsts. Huge successes and a few trials, and despite what I imagined life would look like a quarter of a century in, I wouldn't trade this for my supposed best.
Here's to 25.