I knew I’d want to check in and reflect on this day, every year, and pay attention to how quickly time flew, how unpredictable change arrived, and how fleeting all of it was.
Peacefully turning 25 was… surreal. It was nothing like I thought it would look or feel. The past couple of birthdays I delayed having a really grand party, declaring that I was “saving it” for my quarter life mark. I was very nervous about the milestone overwhelm, expecting the anxiety of asking, “What have I
While most people dread turning twenty-five, I find myself excited. I empathize with the feeling that you need to be X by the time you’re Y, but I try not to see the quarter-life mark as a finish line. It’s just a milestone mark that will only open up more paths and take me further.
Lately I’ve hated being “on the way.” Car rides, elevators, walks, in-betweens. It makes me restless and I loathe the feeling. It got to the point where I even hated sleep. I would reach the twilight hours, sipping on something soothing, wishing it were sunrise so it would no longer be strange to hit the