Well, it’s official. I’m in my mid-20s. Some may say that when I turned 24, I had already entered my mid-20s, but I still identified as someone in their early-2os. Now that I’m 25, it’s hard to refute that statement anymore. There are some benefits with being 25. I can now rent a car without paying a huge insurance fee…and that pretty much sums it up. In this post, I talk about how it feels to be one year older and how life is like in your mid-20s.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I tried to cling onto my early-20s for as long as possible because the idea of being in my mid-20s FREAKED me out. Turning 25, to me, is a big deal. I have to reevaluate my life and all my life choices and really attempt to figure out what I want to do with my life – I really have to try this time.
I was talking to Dylan a few weeks ago about my birthday and I was telling him that it was ironic that I was dreading turning 25 because in my formative years, I used to watch a lot of Moesha and Girlfriends and all I wanted back then was to be thirty and flirty. Those was the exact words I used.
To commemorate my birthday, I decided to dye my hair grey. It was a pretty big decision and some may even call it my quarter-life crisis, but it was a big decision nonetheless. It required a lot of time, a whole lot of bleach, and a whole lot of commentary from people about how much older I looked. People, I am old! I’m 25!
No, I kid. I know I’m not that old, but I do live up to my grey hair and grandma status. I fall asleep watching movies and I am ready and in bed by 10 PM. All I have to do now is wait for my AARP card. I still got a few more years before that shows up.
What are your thoughts on getting older? Leave your comments below!
Shirt: Plenty (Similar here)
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