Twenty-Five

I'm twenty-five years old today. And you know what? It feels pretty damn good. Twenty-five is a good age.

This feels like a turning point. I've heard people reference the "seasons" of life. Of course, you have spring, summer, autumn and winter. I can feel that I have transitioned from spring to summer. I've built the foundation, now it's time to build the walls and paint them my favorite colors.

I didn't move into summer overnight. It's been a transition. But I know now that I'm in summer for a few reasons.
- The Pandora station I'm currently listening to isn't Iggy Azalea or Pitbull. Nope, it's Ella Fitzgerald.
- I think my parents are cool. Like, they're the only people I hang out with and the kicker is... I'm okay with that.
- My idea of a good time is eating popcorn and wearing sweatpants.
- I'm making a quilt.
- I know my credit score.
- I'm pre-approved for a home loan.
- I say things like, "When I was young..."
- Time keeps passing faster and faster.
- I've recently caught myself saying, "Turn that music down!"

My soul is really probably teetering on the edge of the autumn life season, but that's another post.

When we’re young, time seems to stand still, and we can’t wait to grow up. When we’re old(er), time passes at a whirlwind speed, and we look back longingly at the earlier years. In between is the fullness of our life—the longest and most important season. Summer.

So here's to summer, life, a lot less worrying, and a lot more living. Here's to the most perfect daughter who keeps me young and curious, and to the most amazing husband who keeps me young and in love.

Here's to a quarter of a century. Here's to twenty-five.