The last time I mentioned that I was having a minor freakout about turning 25 I got a lot of feedback. So many of you said you felt the same way that I'm feeling, which was pretty reassuring. However, so many of you also said that you couldn't explain the feeling and approximately zero of you offered any kind of assistance on dealing with this feeling. Thanks a load.
Every time I come to this space to write about those pesky feelings, I end up not being able to get my thoughts organized enough for a post. Which has led to me struggling with this whole blogging thing. I haven't been commenting, I haven't been replying to comments very well, I haven't been bringing my A game, and it's making me feel bad.
I need to take a step back.
…And I might need a reality check.
Here's the thing, I've been doing some soul searching, which has been about a ridiculous as it sounds. I think my biggest issue with my 25th birthday isn't about it being some huge milestone or being another year older. I think my biggest issue is that I'm terrified my 25th birthday will be an exact copy of my 24th birthday.
I'm worried that I'll be in the same place in my life, a whole year later. Almost as if I wasted a year of my life.
Yea, that sentence above this one has got me totally and completely flipping my shit.
So Happy Thursday.
I'm sorry if you came here for some jokes and some sarcastic humor. I'm fresh out.
Tomorrow, tomorrow I'll be funny again.
And next week I'll be a better blogger again - replying to comments, writing quality posts, commenting on your blogs. I'll do better, I'll be better.
And in six months I'll be 25. Cue the hyperventilating.