
This week I hit a quarter of a century old. And I'd be lying if I didn't admit this number - 25 - officially freaked me out. Twenty five. Yikes. It's amazing how simultaneously old and young I feel. And so as I've been going through my quarter-life crisis over the past six months (seriously), I've done a lot of thinking.
And I realized: I am exactly the person I wanted to be.
No I don't have as much money as I thought I would. I'm not working in the same job as I dreamed up as a little kid (that would be an architect). And I'm definitely not in the same town I always thought I'd end up in (that would be Chicago). And I'm not perfect in any way...
During this thinking and self discovery I learned a lot. I'm still learning a lot. But, one of the best things I learned is how blessed I truly am. As soon as I discovered that, my quarter life crisis ended and I am now able to just enjoy this transition into an older me.
I am married to an amazing man. I have a best friend at home. A person who challenges me. One who makes me laugh. He's good looking. Takes care of me. Lets me be myself. And makes plans and dreams with me.
I have a job that challenges me and that I love. I am creating things daily. I have great co-workers who are fun and young and understand me. I can be myself at work. And I don't have to wear heels and suits (something I never wanted in a job). I have potential for learning more and moving up eventually. I have found "my career."
I have a good relationship with my family. We didn't lose touch; we actually got closer. I am friends with my mom. I am an aunt, and love it. My mom and dad's relationship has settled and they are in a good place. All my siblings are working their way towards greatness. And I am proud of them all.
I have decent fashion sense, know how to do my makeup, and have a regular hair appointment. I can take care of myself, and can be a presentable member of society. I am proud of myself, and I have the confidence I always dreamed the 25-year-old me would have.
I (almost) know who I am. I always saw my 20s as the time to become an adult - and it's weird to be halfway through my 20s and see myself doing just that. While I am always seeking to learn and grow, I can say without doubt most of my world views are set. I know what I believe, and I'm no longer seeking the approval of those around me to believe that. (I am still seeking council with my closest friends.)
I have a hobby that's worthwhile. This blog isn't the same as the side party planning business I always dreamed of... but it's better. I have something to keep me busy, and to keep my creative juices flowing.
The first half of my twenties was amazing. I graduated college. Got married. Worked my way through a few awful jobs to get this new perfect one. I found a gym I love, and fell in love with working out. I have found good, truthful friends.
I am blessed. And I know it.
So thank you for reading. Thank you to my friends & family being there for me. Thank you, Christian, for being my partner through it all. And thank you to my parents for laying a good foundation that made the life I have now possible.
I'm excited for my 25th year. ♥



