Two weeks from today I’ll turn 25.
I have been so excited to turn 25, practically since this time last year.
I’m not sure why. I’m certainly not wishing my life away, but 25 feels so perfect.
Quarter of a century blah blah blah.
25 to me sounds sturdy and steady and other ST words.
I even like saying it.
I have high hopes for 25, me of the “if you don’t have high hopes you can’t be disappointed” brigade.
This is gonna be my year.