Turning 25 wasn’t difficult. In fact, it was like most any other day and the only obvious inconvenience was having to renew my license. However, I am still suffering from slight anxiety as to what my picture will look like. Though suffering from slight anxiety isn’t anything new for me I have noticed slight differences in my overall person. It’s what I’d like to call “Welcome to 25!” All you 18-20-somethings hear about it, you are warned well before to prepare, yet nobody is ever prepared.
Okay, I suppose to be politically correct, we’re all warned about every milestone age in our lives. 18, 21, 25, 30, 40, 50 and so on. Alright and maybe 25 isn’t a milestone age, I don’t know, I’m only 25 so give me a break on this one. But as I mentioned there are definite differences and unless you are very self-aware, you may not notice until it’s too late. So this is my warning to you.
Summer is the season of love, engagements, weddings, babies….blah, blah, blah. I have more wedding invites, thank you cards, birth announcements than I have fridge magnets. I hate to admit this but if you haven’t sent me something in the past month you are bumped off, cut, fired…from my fridge. You get demoted to “the stack.” You want to talk about differences in wants/needs at 25 vs. 21. I literally asked for fridge magnets for my birthday this year, at 21 all I wanted was alcohol. Booz, booz and more booz. Not now, my birthday wish list has been changed, rearranged and lost beneath a stack of other people’s love. I still didn’t get fridge magnets, perhaps that’s what 26 has in store for me, fingers crossed.
I’m a video watcher. Lord knows I love a good knee slapper of a video. All the latest from The Vine, YouTube, Dubsmash and any home videos that offer gut busting entertainment, believe me, I’ve seen it. If you could recall my search history prior to 25 you would see an obscene amount of “people falling, wipeouts, hilarious sports accident compilations.” Now you would see “funny cats, babies with puppies, little kids laughing and restoring humanity.” When, why and how….those are my questions. I don’t know when it started, why it’s happening and how I have continued to let it happen. But as I said, Welcome to 25.
This one is obvious and an oldie but a goodie. Well, sort of good but mostly bad. Say you and your bad, rebel 25-year old self stay out till 1…got a little crazy, maybe 2:00 A.M. The next day is ruff. It’s actually really nauseating and its near impossible to think of doing it again. Of course it doesn’t matter what age you are, you WILL do it again. But day two and three, those are the kickers. No joke, I’ve caught myself using hypochondriac like behavior for my poor health days after a night on the town. Unwilling to admit that it’s the lasting effect of not being 21 anymore. I strongly believe at about 17 you are given this wonderful gift of awesomeness and its a ticking time bomb. Nobody knows when its going off, but when it does, you’ll probably be 25.
I know I’ve said this numerous times, I’ve admitted to needing to slow down in the fun zone. Take off my party hate and forfeit the good time Kelsey. Oddly enough, you don’t choose to do this. It chooses you. It’s as if there comes a time and you are suddenly the chosen one. The chosen one to do more weekend projects than day drinking and to be in bed by 11 instead of 1. For example, our initial plan was a trip to Duluth for birthday festivities, then it changed to pontoon-ing, then it changed to landscaping my flower beds and mowing lawn. I’d say a far cry from Duluth but nonetheless a good time. That’s how it goes, suddenly you are content with so much less.
I’m not sure if people at some point see you morph into a helpless adult when it comes to making BIG life decisions but they always seem to want to offer priceless advice or give you their two cents thats been burning a hole in their pocket. Coming from a girl who has put zero thought into “girly” things such as weddings, wedding rings, baby names etc…this is as nauseating as the 2, okay, 3-day hangover. Please stop commenting on our non-existent weddings, wedding rings and babies. It’s not even okay to comment on the non-existent boyfriend. Leave us alone, we’ll have it figured out by 30. Or so I’ve heard.
I’m only 10 days into this enlightening journey of a quarter century but boy has it been fun. So fun, I’m actually a little exhausted from all the fun. And just so you know, you want to take more naps at 25 too. Also, a little rule to live by. Always, under every circumstance use the word “only” in front of your age, please…and thank you.