Today marks a day I’ve been alive for a quarter of a century, aka it’s my 25 birthday. Just like before, let me reflect on the year I’ve had.
My 22 was full of hard lessons, more described in Turning 23.
23 was about getting my shit together – more or less- and more on than in 24 is such a strange age to be.
My year as a 24 years old was about maturing way more than I ever think I could.
How could you not in a pandemic?
When I celebrated my 24 at home with my family after such a long time celebrating my birthday without them, it all looked like an awesome start to my mid-twenties.
I had big plans. Travel plans. Plans to meet people and do shit to remember. Plans to live my last year’s worth of celebrating, as my older colleagues call being 25, to the fullest.
Hell, just a couple of days after my last birthday I flew to Egypt in wintertime and had an awesome time and I had already planed so much cool stuff for the following months. Well, we all know how well our plans turned out this last year.
If there is one life lesson I’m taking with me to my 25 is that you can’t plan shit, but that doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy the unplanned.
Even though it wasn’t perfect, but given the circumstances, I can say that I enjoyed being 24. Well mostly because I don’t mind my own company, my hobbies don’t include partying and I was pretty busy with work.
So in the following year, I’m letting things flow its course. Not forcing anything. Taking cheesy chances and listening to the signs. Basically doing no major changes. When it works it works and ever since I started doing what felt right I’ve been having a pretty good time and I hope to continue to have so in my 25.
As a kid I couldn’t imagine what I’ll be like as a 25 years old, so thankfully there is no pressure to fulfill my younger self’s wishes. I’m free to just be.
And you are more than welcome to witness it.
Thank you so much for your support in the last year, it means the world to me. xo