25.

25 birthday cake

Today marks the completion of my 25th year of life on this planet.  As of now my mom can tell people that I’m 25 years old and actually be correct.  Does anyone else’s parents do that?  Tell someone that you’re a certain age before your actual birthday arrives?  Is that a parent thing?

I’m getting off track.

I’m TWENTY-FIVE!

Halfway to fifty.  The ‘Silver Birthday.’

How weird is that?

Well, you don’t know me, so it’s not weird for you.  But then again, maybe you’re going through the exact same thing.  You’re a certain age, but you just sit there thinking, ‘how the heck did I get to be this age?’  I mean, really… I feel like I just graduated high school.

Of course, it helps that most people think I’m at least 17-18 years old.  It’s definitely a blessing.

I guess maybe I just don’t feel like I’m twenty-five, most of the time.  Lord knows I don’t always act it (depending on who I’m with).  I can’t really explain why I don’t feel my age… I just don’t.

Sometimes I feel like I’m stuck.  Like I should’ve accomplished something huge by this point in my life… but what?  Should I be married already?  Or have a kid?  In high school I honestly thought I’d have a young-adult best seller written by this point.  Well… that didn’t happen.  I’m not even sure if I still want that.

No.  I don’t.

Then I get upset with myself for thinking down about myself because I haven’t ‘done’ anything yet.  I mean, hello!  I graduated college!  That’s something.  Sure, I might not be in a full-time job within my field of choice yet, but things don’t always happen overnight.

I guess it’s just important to remember that there’s no required accomplishments for certain ages because not everyone has the same path in life.  My path isn’t going to be the same as someone I graduated high school with.  So it doesn’t matter how many of them are starting families now… it doesn’t mean I’m not doing life right.  My life is just different than theirs.  I’m not meant to have a family yet, and that’s okay with me.

Alright… so this post took a hard left.  I did not mean for it to get this deep.

And to think I was just going to write a 25 Random Thoughts post.  What was I thinking?

So yes, I’m twenty-five and still figuring out my life… but aren’t most of us?

And I just want to say a Happy Birthday to all my fellow May 3rd babies around the world!

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10 thoughts on “25.

  1. Sparkyjen says:

    Here’s wishing you many more birthdays. I remember running away at 15, and having to pretend I was older to get a job. I had to act a different age for many years until I was actually considered an adult. It was a relief to finally be able to state my “real” age, but I was proud of myself for pulling off what many might find impossible. Thankfully, my beloved foster Mother gave me a good beginning before she got sick and they moved us. Now, I’m a young 60, and many people can’t believe that’s how old I am. Go figure!

  2. adeleinglasses says:

    Your birthday is the same day as my brother’s, so I won’t forget that in future. :) Also, that *IS* a parent thing, I’m always a year older than I actually am, haha!

    • Tabby says:

      That’s cool! I did actually share my birthday with a classmate in elementary school… I was older by two hours, haha.

      I thought so. I like to bug my mom about her saying I’m older than I am.

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