On Wednesday I turned 25. Twenty-five, two-five, 25. No matter how many times or ways I say it/write it, it doesn't feel real. I still remember when any age with a two in front of it sounded ancient. And now I'm on the down slope to an age with a THREE in front of it?!
I thought people were supposed to have life figured out by this age. Little did I know, there was such a thing as a "quarter-life crisis". I'm pretty sure I'm having one. Right on schedule. My head is spinning and there's often a paralyzing fear that I'm not meeting everyone else's opinions about what I should or should not be doing at this point in my life. Sometimes I get so worried about the expectations of others that I forget to evaluate whether or not I'm meeting the expectations I have for myself. Am I making the best decisions for me? Am I fulfilled and leading a purposeful life?
When I step back and take peer pressure out of the equation, I breathe a sigh of relief because I feel good about where I'm at and where I'm headed. That's not to say that I have everything figured out, but I'm okay with a little unknown. I just need to keep reminding myself of that and stop having those momentary quarter-life freak outs. :)
ANYWAY, my actual day of birth was lovely and calm. No age-related freak-outs (mostly thanks to my sweet husband and his omniscient ways!). He planned a day that was just what I needed, taking the day off of work and surprising me with breakfast in bed and some beautiful roses.
In the afternoon we went for a walk at Gasworks Park. It started raining and so we ventured over to get gelato from our favorite place, which we had been avoiding since July after we took the gelato-love a little too far over the summer... I predict we won't make it seven days now that we've re-experienced it!
Oh, and as if the day hadn't been enough already, we ended it at a fancy schmancy restaurant. What I thought was going to be a boring run-of-the-mill Wednesday, turned out to be pretty special thanks to that guy I married. I'm a little bit spoiled. ;)
So, thanks Hubby! It was fun!