Birthday Blues

I am 25 today. It feels weird. I have always imagined growing older. I can remember being 5 and wanting to be old enough to rule the world with magic (crazy I know) When I was 9, I believed that when I was 16 I would be a rock chic with blue hair. When I was 12, I imagined being 18 and exploring the world or inventing amazing cures for diseases like Aids. When I turned 15, I dreamt of making it to University, and mocked the 7 year old me who always presumed I would. At 17, I just wanted to take a time out and travel. I wanted to re-evaluate norms and expected that by 25 I would be changing the world (single handedly). As I turned 20, I wished for my teens back....at 21--I was taken aback by time.

22 was spent making money. Then at 23 I graduated with my Masters and unrealistic expectations of life. At 24, I took the innovative, reinvention route; I did a culinary skills course, updated my computer skills and bought a ticket (and visa) to the USA. But at 24--I just wanted to cling to my UN defined 'Youth', discover NYC and my independence. I feel like I am a blur. That time just went too fast and now I am here. Today, I turned 25!


Life has been great to me. I am an adult today. I have been an adult for awhile but it has just struck me that I am the adult I want to be today. Or at least as close to it as I can realistically expect to be (and still be bearable). I am infinitely curious and I am in the environment that can challenge me to realize that.