As if turning 25 wasn't bad enough (I know, 25, not that old, but come on, all things are relative), I googled "twenty-five years old" to see what the results would be, hoping to find commiseration or inspiration, I am not sure which. Instead, I found "Pac-Man turns 25, May 10, 2005." Honestly, how depressing. I thought Pac Man was already in his twenties when I started playing Atari/video games at the age of ten. Seriously, how old did that make him when he married Mrs. Pac Man?
On June 7th, tomorrow, I turn 25. I told my mom this morning that I was over it. And I am, I got all the shock, the regret, the grudges out of me this spring. I have moved on. I already tell people I am 25, I enter 25 when the treadmill asks me my age for heart-rate purposes, and I am starting to feel 25 as well. Who wants to be 24 any more when 25 is the new 21?
But I must admit, it still stings a little. We all picture our lives much differently than they actually turn out (and thank God for that!) To give you a little window into my life, when I was a teenager, I thought that I would conquer the world by age 25. I was going to either become a nun, and save the world of heartache and misery, leftovers, stiff sheets, and brown patches of grass. (I thought this was revolutionary, not saving the poor, but the average American) Or, I was going to be a corporate superstar...make more money than my single, un-attached, and completely sufficient self could handle.
Needless to point out, my desires as a teenager didn't pan out to much. When God placed Tim in my life I realized that I wasn't really all that self-sufficient, and I really wasn't much of a nun either. And I also realized that I could still spend enough money to be happy on a meager government salary.
I am not sure if anyone has said this before, but I see age as a ruler...a way to measure how far we have come (incredibly humbling), and how har we have to go (even more humbling).
So here I am... about a quarter of the way through.
(The painting above is named "Sprouting," I find that very fitting)
4 comments:
Happy Happy Happy Birthday ... you're half my age... now that's depressing! So glad you're not a nun or a single superstar ... just a married superstar!
Happy Birthday Liz, The only 25 year old superstars I know are in the entertainment business. And life only gets worse for them from here. Their looks fade and they realize, they're gonna end up like an old elvis. All the ones that make a real difference, just had a lot of promise at 25. You and Tim have a world of that. Again, Happy birthday, Matt and Abi
I hope you had a wonderful birthday!
Happpppy Belated Birthday!! I am a horrible sister-in-law.
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