Next month I turn 25. Twenty five years of age. A quarter of a century. The wrong side of my twenties. Sailing towards 30. Fuck!
Perhaps to some of you this won’t seem so bad (espesh if you’re over 25 and think I’m being a big old drama queen, guilty) but I’m feeling overwhelmed. I can’t get my head around hitting this milestone. A milestone to me, anyway. I’m not sure what happened but it seems like 2 seconds ago I was giggling at the back of a particularly boring business ethics class with my college pals, and now? I’m a real adult. Although I don’t feel like an adult, I feel like a youth who’s been flung into the rat race of adult life. An imposter. I still feel young, down with the kids that is until I walk into Topshop.
Why, and how do I already feel too old for Topshop?
I know that realistically I’m not, but the gaggles of 13 year old girls make me feel like a certified OAP. Put the Kendall & Kylie collection down Tilly, you’re too old for this shit – Edinburgh Woollen Mill is just up the road and on the left. Lols.
I think for me, turning 25 is also about the pressure to be ticking boxes. 24 and no plans for a home ownership, marriage and babies? No problem! You relax, enjoy life and take it easy girl. Hit 25? So, when are you guys gonna get engaged? Do you want kids? No, no I don’t. I much prefer dogs and if I’m being brutally honest I don’t even find babies cute. SUE ME.
I won’t be rushing to tick any of these wildly crazy grown-up plans off the list any time soon but it has got me thinking about what I DO want to do in life. If the past 7 years are anything to go by it’s made me realise that your time on this earth is precious and you have to make the most of it – hence why we booked a spontaneous month trip to California for this summer. This was when my quarter life crisis first came into play and I suddenly felt the urge to be a bit cray. Give it a few months and I’ll be taking blog pics next to my Harley Davidson.
It’s ok not to want the typical ‘grown up’ agenda, so what if that isn’t my path? I’m creating one I’m much more comfortable with, and that’s one with minimal commitment. I’ve learnt recently just how much I value my freedom. I think your 20’s are a time to be selfish, to do you and make the most of life and freedom. Whether that be a year of travels or a spontaneous trip to Paris.
So I guess I really need to the chill the f out and stop comparing my life to others. Stop wondering how the girl 2 years younger than you has just bought a 3 bedroom semi-detached house in a nice part of town. Stop wondering whether I should be having kids because that’s what everyone seems to be doing (don’t worry that thought lasted for 0.004 seconds as I swiftly remembered I’m not child friendly) and stop wondering if what I’m doing in life is ‘right’.
As right now I’m rolling with it. Winging this so called adult life. 2017 is set to be a pretty special year in terms of my plans so I’m gonna try my best to forget about the numbers and stop being such a drama queen. Or you know, at least try anyway…
Have you guys ever freaked out about turning a certain age?