As my 25th birthday rapidly approaches, I do what every good natured person does—I reevaluate my life.
I love my life. Obviously, I’ve had bumps in the road like everyone else but I have always tried to look to the positive things in life instead. My mom raised me that life could always be a whole lot worse and I’ve always tried to follow that approach. Without those bumps I would not be here today.
Let’s get back to today. I am turning 25 in a month. Call it a quarter life crisis, provided I make it to 100. What have I done, what have I wished that I accomplished, and what do I still hope to?
I wrote my first bucket list at 13 years old. Of course it was dumb things…
1. Have a real kiss.
2. Travel the world
3. Get into college
Etc, etc, etc…
…but guess what? I got my kiss, I spent a weekend running around in Europe to see Paris, and not only went to college, but graduated and started on my masters. Maybe it wasn’t such a silly list…
25 years old… let’s work on a new one.