On Being Twenty-Five

25.

On July 9th of this year, I gracefully turned the daunting age of twenty-five. I'll be honest, I was not looking forward to this age at all. Not only is it completely discouraging to no longer be able to say you are in your "early twenties", but somehow you feel you are obligated to have all of your i's dotted and t's crossed. It's an interesting age, twenty-five, but aside from the few additional gray hairs, and lack of constant energy, I'd be as bold to say that twenty-five has been the best year yet, and I'm banking on continuing this way.

I am grateful to have such beautiful people in my life. I know that it is because of them that I am able to look twenty-five in the face and embrace it. I am no longer afraid of being older, and I am actually really looking forward to aging (not in the wrinkly kind of way though, I could definitely go without that). Growing old is such a beautiful concept, especially when you find contentment with those who you'll be growing old with.

I was talking with my best friend tonight, and I mentioned how I never blog anymore, and that makes me sad. I have complete control over how much I write, and I don't have a crazy busy schedule, so why do I let blogging sit on the back burner? She brought up a great point, my life is pretty consistent right now. I have a boyfriend who I am madly in love with, great community of friends and an awesome job. It almost is more difficult to consistently document my life when it's pretty great.

My point to all of this is, one, to actually write a blog entry, but also because I want to share in the sunshine, and not just in the rain. I suppose I just never want to come across as someone who claims to have it all together, and rubs their blessings in everyone's faces. But, that is not my motive in writing, nor will it ever be.

So here's to being the beautiful age of 25, and here's to beautiful seasons of joy, and here's to life & all that comes with it.

I hope you're all well!

XO,

Brenda