I used to have life goals. Not like “I want to do this by the time…” kind of goals. More like “I will hold off on this until this age…” kind of thing. I thought I wouldnt get married until I was 25. I dont know why, but at the time I just thought that was the right age for me to be married. God laughed at me and I met Jared when I had just turned 19. So, I stopped making goals like that. Life throws you curveballs and if you dont just shake it off it can leave you wanting. Learning to be happy in the season of life you are in today is tough, and I think I will always be working on this, but its worth it.
Its true. Tomorrow I turn 25 years old. I realize that age is relative, but I do feel strangely older. I think its just that I have held that number, 25, in my head for so long as the coming of age number that it really means something to me. I am 25. Twenty five. I cant stop thinking about it. I am working tomorrow which, I am actually happy about! I get to hang out with a friend and shoot a wedding all day. Score. Then on Sunday we are having a cookout with friends and family. Double score.
Did any of you feel strange after 25? Im wondering if its just me, or if this really is a big deal birthday?
Either way, here’s to another year!! Cheers!