Countdown To The First Quarter

The other day while eating dinner with Cece, I realized how excited I am about turning 25 in a few months. Even though my dream birthday has always been my thirtieth for as long as I can remember for some reason 25 feels so great as it moves closer to my today on the calendar.

I remember being a teenager and 25 seemed so far away. I don’t where we learned to associate this age with bachelor’s degrees, marriage and good jobs because I’m far from that overly promoted fantasy. I don’t want to get married right now, at all. I’d be a great girlfriend but a "not as good as I know I can be" wife. I want to have gotten my super youthful urges out of the way so I can be a completely dedicated wife, not a wife who feels she can still get away with doing the same things she did as a girlfriend. I feel like the first part of my twenties was more about dabbling in love. Testing the waters but, still having fun. Learning what and who works and doesn’t work for me in a relationship. The first five years went quick, so the second half I expect to go quicker with all the things happening around me. Maybe the second part will be about falling in love. My thirties and forties, living in love and my fifties and on, growing old in love. But, I know I don’t want to get married in my twenties like everyone seems to be rushing to do. Love should still feel fun in your twenties, not settled. You should be your most inspired to keep growing and living and learning with your significant other at 25 without the binds of societal pressures. Haste makes waste, so I’m not rushing only to divorce in ten years. Divorce isn’t fashionable. Love is always in style.

I’ll probably do the most personal maturing over the next five years also (i.e. Getting in shape, building my credit, buying an apartment, travelling to Asia, becoming more active in my community and causes, etc.). Shit, I got a lot of living to do before I die…