twenty-five.

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 Today is my birthday.  Twenty-five seems like such a big age, maybe it’s that age when you feel like you’re supposed to be a true “adult”.  In romantic comedies I always picture the main characters to be 25 and they always seem to have it so together.  If only real life were that easy. 

In no way am I where I thought I would be at this age.  I remember thinking in college I would be in a large city, think New York, Chicago, Los Angeles with a very corporate job (business suit required).  I would also be married, living in a house I owned and have a pet, potentially children on the way.  I would hate that life.  Sometimes the things we imagine for ourselves aren’t what we end up really wanting therefore when we never meet those goals it’s okay. 

I’ve been conflicted in my professional life for quite some time and can’t figure out exactly what it is that I’m supposed to do.  I know what I like and what I dislike its finding a path to take that has been difficult.  At this age I feel like I should know by now.  But I don’t.  And that’s okay too.  So I’m going to continue on this journey, one year older now, continue reaching for my goals, and count my blessings.  It’s the journey, not the destination that counts, right? 

xo