As some of you may know, I entered this last week in a crisis. I realized for the first time that I was turning 25. I think what mainly spurred the crisis was I realized that 25 sounds WAY older than 24, and that I would probably now be no younger than 27 if I finally ever do get married, and therefore, I probably have to give up my dream of having six children, because if I get married at the soonest, which would be 27, that surely is not happening by 35…
As I spiraled into this crisis, I began reflecting on what a powerful, and life changing year, 24 was. When I turned 24 last year, my dad had recently gotten remarried, I had just gotten dumped (on the phone, the second one in about six months), I was unsure whether I would stay at my job or not, and was overall, kind of a mess. And then, I started traveling. I went to Las Vegas for the very first time, to Chicago, Los Angelos, Paris, and Phoenix. I saw two of my very dearest friends gets married. I devoted myself to my yoga practice, began religiously attending church. I took a life changing Victorian literature class, finished almost half of my grad degree, hiked a 14er, acquired a scar from tubing down the South Platte. I wrote a book (and am hoping 25 is the year it is published), finished a really great dance season, fell in love again (but don’t worry, this time it is just Oscar Wilde), and most importantly, found myself again.
Of course, 24 certainly had it’s fair share of obstacles, and it certainly has been no easy road, but as my birthday party began today, and I saw the people walking in the door, showing up for me, and what kind of lifestyles they represent, I realized what an amazing community of people I am accepted in. In church today, we talked about how, if you want to be the best, you got to surround yourself with the best, and I am so fortunate to have the people I do in my life, because each one of them serves a specific, unique, but just as important role. There are some who have known me forever, and some who just met me. There are some who I might see any day of the week, and some who I only go out with on Friday nights. There are some who I know just you, and others who I know your whole entire family (aunts, uncles, grandparents, cousins).
And, I really could not do all that I do without the support of that community. I have wonderful room mates, who cook dinner, clean the house, and pull my car out of the snowy driveway, so I can sit on my computer and blog. I have compassionate parents who help me put together ideas and listen to me vent about my day. I have fun friends, who are always up for new adventures. I have excellent mentors who help guide me through difficult, and sometimes not so difficult, decisions (things stemming from whether or not I should text that guy back, to how I should wear my gym socks).
If anything, my Quarter Century Life Crisis has revealed to me what outstanding people I have in my life. I go to bed every night, and thank God for all those I have been able to learn from, because without any of them, I would not be who I am today. I am the luckiest 25 year old in the world.