The thought of turning 25 actually terrifies me, and I have no idea why… It’s literally just a number, but hitting that ‘quarter of a century’ mark sends shivers down my spine. For some people, it might be that they haven’t achieved what they wanted to by the time they reach 25, but I don’t think that’s it for me. I’m settled in my life, I’ve got my house, I’ve got a furry companion, I’ve got a car and a job that I love, so why does it make my stomach sink anytime someone mentions my upcoming birthday?
The big day is in just less than 5 weeks… I’ll be an ‘over’ if I audition for X Factor (not that I ever will), and that makes me feel so, so old. I’ll be able to hire a car abroad, I’ll be above the ‘Challenge 25’ ID policy and to be honest, that’s all I found when I searched ‘Things you can do when you turn 25’, so not that much really changes when you pass the 25 mark… so what am I scared of?
I know who I am as a person, I know who my friends are, I know what I want to do with me life – I think I’ve got quite a bit accomplished so far! I know how to do the basics in life, I can change a light bulb, I can change the washer fluid in my car (with a little help from Sister), I can take car of another living creature – and a few other things.
I know that I don’t exist to please other people, I can say, do and live how I want. I know that I don’t have to seek approval from others just to get through the day and I know what it takes to be a good person. I know that yeah, life throws you a few curve balls just to keep you on your toes and I know how to get around said curve balls in order to progress with my life.
I think I’m more scared of the number, than I am about what will happen when I head towards my 30’s (gulp.. that number is even more terrifying). I guess I don’t quite feel like an adult, I’m not ready to be an adult, I’m not ready to be referred to as a ‘lady’ rather than a ‘girl’ by strangers. I try not to care what other people think of me, but it’s only natural to want people to see your best self. And clearly, in my mind, as soon as I turn 25, it’s downhill from there – how ridiculous!