let them eat cake.
Today i’m a quarter of a century old. I’ve already had a teensy freak out moment about being closer to thirty than I am to twenty. And I definitely thought i’d have my shit together by now.
It’s hard not to laugh when I think about my thirteen year old self making life plans. “I’m going to college, then i’ll get a job, and i’ll be married in my early twenties, so I can have children in my mid twenties.” Just like that. Everything was going to be so easy. At 25, i’m looking around thinking “I still have no idea what I actually want to do, dating is hard, and the thought of being responsible for another human right now is terrifying.” On top of the big life stuff, I eat ice cream (or cheese) for dinner at least one night a week, which is definitely not how i’d define ‘having your shit together.’
But, you know what? I’m happy. So, twenty five isn’t looking so bad.
Plus, I ate cake for breakfast.
*Image created for City in a Jar by @loveleesie.