Bye-Bye, Twenty-Five

I’m counting down my last few hours as a twenty-five-year-old.

I have mixed feeling about this birthday.  I’m officially creeping into the mid/late-twenties category, which I kind of never thought would happen.  (Thirteen-year-old me really only planned up to about twenty-one.)  Also, I was kind of hoping not to be single by this birthday.

But you can’t actually plan life.  And good things happen, no matter the numbers.

I am incredibly blessed with friends and family.  I am busy and healthy, and I have the luxury of playing around and seeing what I might make out of myself.

And I just ate fondu.  So really, all is well.

Happy birthday, me.

Peter and I won at foosball. Birthday success.

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