I'm 25! Has My Frontal Lobe Developed Yet?
More questions, more answers... mostly many things.
I turned 25 on Saturday (the 17th), and it was quite an uneventful birthday. In the sense that it was as normal as a birthday could get, in the sense that I wasn’t terrified at all about being 25. Something is so deeply sinister in how people scare you for an age. It’s not that 25 isn’t a serious age; it is. But, at its core, I feel like Nick from New Girl:
This is a fair representation of how I feel about growing older. I’ll be closer to my *actual* 85-year-old grandmother-with-joint-problems personality, and I cannot WAIT for that to happen!
Birthdays have never really been a sore spot for me. Somehow, despite everything I have lived through (and I’m currently living through) in my large life, I have never spent a birthday wondering if it could never happen. I can imagine why it could be for some people. If anything, I’m not big on celebrating it as grandly as I used to — it’s enough if people are around me. But that’s just me.
It’s been an awfully hectic month. For just 29 days this month has to offer, college administrators decided EVERYTHING should happen, and it has not been kind to my health. I fell sick right after my birthday, which was a little tiring because I had to attend an international conference and a science exhibition which we had to host. So, you can imagine that I’m writing this feeling like someone is stretching me out comically, only it’s not very funny when you think about it.
There’s lots to think about: I finish college by April. It’s so bittersweet. For someone who hated high school, it feels strange to say that I want to be a student forever (perhaps, that PhD dream is not to unattainable after all…) and learn things.
I wanted to send this out as a birthday letter, but I had and continue to have way too many things happening!
See you all later, when I can write without deadlines looming over me…
~ The Little Cat.
Many Silver Birthday blessings to you! Switch the numbers of your age around and that's how old I am physically, though my mind still thinks I'm somewhere in my early thirties. (LOL)
Good luck in finishing your academic career, unless you go for that PhD after all...