On the road for my 25 years old

I guess celebrating my birthday on the road means that my life will be eventful? I wish!
Or just that I’m becoming an adult with responsibilities and lot of work. And clients, oh geez clients that can make me go crazy.

Usually, on my birthday, I would spend all day doing nothing or little things that I like.
Things like working in a café, watching girly movies, eating comfort food or going to an elegant restaurant, drinking sparkling wine and being pampered. Isn’t that a great way to celebrate a birthday?

Instead, I was outside the city, in some small town where most of the restaurants and places to visit were closed. I had a meeting early the next morning. You gotta do what you gotta do.

I quite didn’t see my family that special day, they even forgot to sing me Happy Birthday as they usually do at 0:00.
Felt awkward and sad.

Thanks god, I have a wonderful boyfriend that brought me sparkling wine and took me out to dinner, that’s what I call Love.

3 hours left

Waiting for my 25.
I got only 3 hours left.
3 hours left being a young adult.
Changing from 18-24 to 25-34.
Can’t even choose “24 years old and less” in a survey anymore.
I can feel the quarter-life crisis.
Let’s face it, I’m not a kid anymore.
I know I wasn’t, but I felt that I could do crazy things without being judged.
Now, I have a job, responsibilities, cellulitis and wrinkles.
I don’t feel old. I just can’t accept getting older.
Making a step forward towards death.
I don’t know exactly what to do before 0:00, but I’m going to try :

• not to panic
• breathe
• watch some fun tv show
• try not to panic
• breathe
• read a chick lit about some girl having worse problems than me
• telling myself that I also have my own problems and that they are important to me
• panic a little bit, a little bit more…
• breathe
• and maybe just try being okay.

Preanniversary

On November 10, I will be 25 years old.
I will then start this blog.
My place to tell the world how it feels to be 25.
Quarter-life crisis, tell me about it.
I guess growing and getting older scares me.
I hope I’m not alone. Still. I need a place to let my fears and feelings out.

Till then, waiting for November 10.