I turned 25, ya'll.
A quarter century. Halfway to fifty. Five years closer to the ultimate looming youth crossover point of 30. People always ask if you feel different on your birthday, and usually the answer is no, except perhaps for feeling a little fatter post-birthday cake eating. But honestly, I think I kinda felt this one. This one felt kinda big. Maybe it's the complete 180 my life has taken in the past year, but I really do feel different.
Other than the complete wall I've hit in terms of not being able to drink all the vodka I want, and not caring
that much if I call an early Friday night, there's something else. I feel like from age 15 to right about now I've been speeding through at breakneck speed trying to make sure I made something of myself at a young age. Like if I didn't do something huge before 25, it's over, I've failed. Accomplishments just seem to mean more and seem bigger when accompanied by youth.
And for a while I was panicking. My successes felt small, much too small to be on track with the scope of my ambition. Suddenly, I had no time left, it was over, I missed my window. Then sadness, anger, and a couple weeks of dark introspection led to this thought- I don't think I'll ever truly be satisfied with any accomplishment, no matter what size. I'm always going to be pushing myself to that next level. And I think, I'm okay with that.
With that lil life lesson, here's a quick photo montage of some of the remnant of the amazing surprise party my friend Colleen threw me. So few photos exist of the actual party because it was way too fun for photographs.
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| The party was Space Princess themed. |
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| Face bedazzling station for gemstone faces. |
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| A wall of dogs with jobs. |
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| A space princess castle. |
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| What 25 kind of feels like. |
