My quarter century birthday is breathing down my neck and I'm not liking it one bit. In 5 1/2 weeks, I'll be 25 and to be honest, I'm struggling with it. I have no intention of going all Jack Lancaster about my birthday (if you haven't read Twentysomething: The Quarter-Life Crisis of Jack Lancaster yet, go ahead and order yourself a copy...it's an amazing read) but I'm doing some major re-evaluating right now.
Despite knowing this, I can't seem to shake that nagging little voice of 18 year old Leanna who still thinks I should have done more by 25. Sure I have a job that I love and that pays the bills, I have amazing friends, and I volunteer in my community but I still feel like I'm coming up a little short. I have a horrible time sticking to a budget, I throw away massive amounts of money on rent every month, P and I have broken off all ties, and I probably have a little more fun than I should.
I've been doing a lot of thinking over the past few weeks about how I can do a better job of reaching the milestones I always envisioned myself achieving by the time I'd spent a quarter of a century on this earth. It's going to start with a re-vamp of my 30 Before 30 list...because let's be real here people...22 year old Leanna didn't have a clue about what she wanted to do by the time she turned 30. Learning how to make a pie is a great thing...but there are way more important things to accomplish over the next 5 years. I think it will probably end up under going another re-vamp or two over the next few years. But I'm accepting that's ok. Your goals and aspirations are going to change as you mature...and I think that's the most important lesson from my little quarter life crisis.