Adapting to 25

I’m 25 now, and it feels no different from 10, 15, 20. They were all significant, because zeroes and fives mark milestones or whatever, and this one is hitting me the same as any other. I’m another year older, and my brain is apparently done growing (but I was born 8 days late so maybe it was done a few weeks ago…). I was able to take the day itself off and spend it all with my partner around the city, he took to me to museums and parks and lunch at our favorite ramen spot. My mom sent me an edible arrangement that we demolished as soon as it arrived. All in all, a good 25.

Some of my students brought me cards and gifts when I came back to work, and I just about cried. Life has pretty much resumed as normal, break is over so it’s back to busy busy. My reading goal has been left in the dust by this month, work and midterms occupied my brain for WEEKS. I’ve barely spoken to my mom, if I answer a text it’s a miracle, and I’m finally finishing this entry that I started a week before my birthday (3 weeks ago now 😭).

I’ve probably complained about not having any sort of routine before, and that’s still partially true. The only thing I’ve ever been good at is getting to work on time, and that’s not necessarily a bad thing! But when you want to fit in skincare and exercise and housekeeping and cooking into your garbage routine keeping, being on time for work feels trivial.

So here’s to being a fully functional human, with a fully functional brain, that can keep routines and text their parents and friends back :)