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I just turned 25

I just turned 25

 

I just turned 25. I love birthdays. There are some people who say they hate it. They don't like the attention they receive. They don't like getting older. They don't like planning a party or hosting people. But I do. To be fair, I'm usually a little stressed out, concerned that everyone including me has a good time. But this year...this year was the best. We got a campsite at Leo Carillo State Park. Played at the beach. Took polaroids. Made food. Ate s'mores. This year felt like me. It felt like an example of how I want to lead my life from this point on: outside having some laid-back fun with good company. I wasn't stressed. I was just happy to have the opportunity to celebrate with everyone in nature and away from the city.

I maaaaay have also been too tired to stress as much as previous years considering I was in a lot of pain. I just started skateboarding and took a pretty hard fall the day before the celebrations. I'll be honest, I was worried it would take away from my birthday. I couldn't move as well, I was slow and sore. But my family and friends had my back-road burn and all. That's what this whole life thing is about though, isn't it? Supporting each other, no matter how big or small. I sat around the campfire that night and thought about how lucky I was to be there. How lucky I was to have these people in my life. 

We talked about how every year that we get older, the age seems younger. I remember when I thought I'd be married and about to have a kid by now. BA HA. Now thirty is only five years away, I'm still single, still figuring it out, and still a kid at heart. Twenty five doesn't seem nearly as old as it did when I was in high school. My parents laughed and said they still feel like that every year. I think that's a great thing. To discover that getting older doesn't mean you get old. At least not in the negative sense of the word. 

 
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