Being a Grown Up

I am still trying to figure out what exactly those words mean. I turn 25 this year. Twenty f*&!ing five. Shit. Didn't see that one coming. Why does it seem like the older we get, the more we realize how fast everything is. Sometimes it feels like I just turned 18 and was starting to spread my wings out in this great big world.....

But then it hits me that I turned 18 almost 7 years ago. I'm going to be a quarter century old. This seems surreal. And the best part??

I still have absolutely no idea where I am going.

Strangely enough, I am feeling pretty O.K. about not knowing. I hit my "what the fuck am I doing with my life" crisis my first year out of college.