Today I turned 25. I came to work to find that my lovely coworkers gave me cupcakes. Birthdays have never bothered me before, but this one is rough for some reason. I realize that in just five years I’ll be 30 and in 15 years, I’ll be 40. Makes me feel sick to my stomach. I’m freaking out.
Yes, I know, some of you will say, “25 is so young!” That may be technically true, but I honestly feel like high school was like a year ago, but in reality it was 7 years ago. I graduated college already 3 years ago, holy crap. Where the heck is my life going?!
It’s amazing how an age can be so psychologically terrifying. If I live to be 100, I am already 1/4 of the way finished with my life. I’m not scared to die, not really, but I’m scared to get old and not recognize my face in the mirror anymore.
Today, I will eat at least one of those cupcakes, if not two and just not give a crap.