I cannot believe that today is my 25th birthday. Twenty five. I’m twenty fucking five years old. I’ve officially reached the age of a quarter life crisis (praying I dodge that one as I feel like I went through this aged 23), and I am officially in the overs category on the X Factor (does anyone even watch the X Factor anymore?!). Ugh, when you look at it like that I’m so bloody old. Just pass me my walking stick and let me retire already.
But the reality is, at twenty five years old I feel like life is just beginning. This last year was a whirlwind for me, and I finally can say I feel settled, happy and, most importantly, content. I am surrounded by really good, amazing, lovely people. I have a fantastic family, and wonderful friends, and I make no time for those people or things who don’t “spark joy” (in the words of Marie Kondo, who is my current fave obsession FYI).
I have my lovely flat which is a beautiful place to call home. I have lots of plans and exciting things, such as travels, events and days out, coming up. I know where and how I want to progress career-wise, and even though I’m waiting for the right moment to do this, I’m hoping that I’m on the right track. I’ve got my blog, photography, travelling, and fitness as my biggest passions. But being content doesn’t mean stopping there and just plodding along…
I’ve realised that it’s time to be spontaneous and to live a little, after spending most of my life working towards the next goal and worrying about everything that comes with it. I’ve spent 9125 days on this planet, and I’ve worked really bloody hard to achieve what I have, so now I’m looking forward to just enjoying this next chapter, which sees me hurtling towards my 30s, saying “yes” to more opportunities that see me pushed right outside of my comfort zone, and enjoying every single second of these final five years before I really, truly am an “adult”.
Last year was hugely challenging, but my 24th year was probably one of my favourites. I actually feel free and I feel as though I know myself better than I ever have. I know what I love, what I want to do, who I want to spend time with. I’ve become less and less concerned by drama, worries and gossip, and no longer really care about what other people think. Yes, it’s hard sometimes to live in that mindset, but as long as you’re happy and not hurting anybody else, that’s all that matters.
I’ve learned that you have to make tough decisions sometimes in order to do what’s right for you. I’ve learned that some people will never change, and that those who you think may be friends can often be quite toxic and that you shouldn’t let people like this dictate to you what choices you make in life. I’ve learned that you should never apologise for wanting more, or for wanting to better yourself. And I’ve learned that nothing will ever beat a walk by the sea at sunset to soothe your mind and soul.
My 25th year will be all about new experiences, as I attempt to tick things off the bucket list and to make more memories. I want to meet more people, to make more of an effort to plan things with friends, and I want to encourage myself to try new things and go to new places. I definitely feel like I’m ready to step outside of what’s comfortable, and to embrace this change and see where life takes me.
Lots of love. xoxo