Quarter Life Crisis..

In the grand scheme of things, 25 is not a very large number, I know. However, when you think of the number 25 out of one hundred, it seems like a much larger amount. It's a quarter of a century, which is a huge chunk of time. I will be 25 years old in a couple of weeks. I've never considered myself old and still don't. There is just something about that number, and what it represents.

I am a quarter of a century old. No wonder I have been down in the dumps lately. It's not that I think that 25 is old or anything. I know it's not. It just signifies a completely different place in my life. It signifies adulthood. Getting married, apparently, did not make me an adult. Moving across the country did not make me an adult either. Nor did having a child. But, turning 25...now, that makes me an adult!

With my [new] adulthood quickly approaching, I have found myself going through what I like to call, my Quarter-Life Crisis, which is basically a Mid-life Crisis cut in half. What exactly does a Quarter-Life Crisis entail, you ask? Well, let me tell you!

These past few weeks have been very rough emotionally. This, I must add, started before I even realized my 25th birthday was approaching, so please don't make fun of me for worrying about being 25. My logical brain knows that I am still young.

I have been attempting to make drastic changes to my "look" (which right now consists of jeans, t-shirts, and a ponytail. Makeup only when going on a date). I have an appointment next week to get my hair chopped off into a new funky style, I'm making an appointment to get contacts instead of eye glasses which I'm sick of, and, for my birthday, I am giving myself a wardrobe overhaul, complete with accessories and shoes. On top of all of this, I have been putting on makeup just to spend time around the house. I invested in a few "age-defying" face products (because we all know how well those work at making you look 25...oh wait...) and extra moisturizers for the rest of my skin, which is turning into a desert

What's more...is that I'm actually using these products. I'm actually following through with all of these "rules" I'm setting for myself. Rules like "always make the bed in the morning" and "don't forget to put makeup on and brush your hair, you never know who will see you" are actually ingrained into my morning routine, now! This is a first! Maybe you really don't grow up until you are a quarter of a century young. Who knows. All I know, is this is not the me I know!

I guess we'll just have to wait and see what the 25 years young me is really like! Because whoever she is, it is not me!