I made it. I turned a big whopping 25 years old yesterday. Part of me has been grudgingly acknowledging this fact any time it has been brought up in conversation. Then, I came across this and thought, yes, I am thankfully 25.
I think my resentment for this birthday stems from a lot of different things I could list out, but ultimately, I'm thankful. Not every gets one more day. I have a lot of things I want to do with my life still, but I am so happy and thankful for everything I have done so far. This is a grand life, isn't it?