25… Not as scary as I thought. Yes, I may be closer to thirty than eighteen but at least my car insurance payment went down! I used to dream about what my life would look like when I turned twenty-five and to be honest it was nothing like this. I used to think I would be living in a studio in New York as a published writer or fashion designer being the wildly successful single woman that I used to look up to when I was a kid. But instead here I am in a small town in Michigan having to move back in with my parents because I am too broke to pay my bills. Will I still be that amazingly successful writer that lives in a studio in New York? Absolutely but it might just have to wait a year or two.
Something I have learned over and over again in life is, its timing is not often if ever in sync with yours. Life happens, things happen whenever and wherever they want. At times we may think that the timing of our lives would be better if we were in control but remember when we were sixteen just wishing that we could finally be adults? Now, here we are in our mid twenties realizing adulthood is not it’s all cracked up to be. There are good things about being an adult, like not having to go to school anymore, no more homework…and other things. Haha! But if only we had known what was ahead. I would have savored my youth a little more like every other adult I knew used to tell me.
Living it Up Halfheartedly 