Every second that passes by brings me that much closer to my twenty-fifth birthday.
It's tragic really.
It's not that twenty-five is so horribly old that there's no point in living past it...it's just that, well now I feel old. I get tired earlier, I have definite grumpy moments, I'm no longer current on pop culture trivia, I enjoy solitude- I'm practically a less hairy version of Walter Mathau & Jack Lemmon! (See what I mean about that pop culture crap).
I have a very blessed life, I just wish I could enjoy the blessings without getting older. A lot of the things I figured I would have accomplished by this point in my life haven't been- I wouldn't say I failed at them, more that my perspective changed & the importance of those things fell on my list.
I think John Mayer hit his quarter-life-crisis on the nose when he said, 'I wonder sometimes about the outcome of a still verdictless life. Am I living it right?' It makes me re-evaluate my own life...it's probably a good thing to do every once in a while.
What better time to do it than on the cusp of twenty-five.
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