25

Today I am 25. TWENTY-FIVE. Oy vey. I don't know what it is about 25 but I thought turning 25 might surely kill me. 25 sounds old doesn't it? I have been alive for 2 1/2 decades... soon to be 3 decades. One quarter of a century old. Oy vey. (yes I already said that, I know. But in this situation it deserves repeating).

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I guess at 25 I thought I would have it all figured out. Alas, I do not. Have grown ups always walked around pretending they know what they are doing when in reality they have no freaking clue? Because that is me every day. Please tell me I am not the only one!

So happy 25th to me! Or as I would actually prefer... happy 4th anniversary of my 21st birthday!