A Letter to My Former Selves

Dear Former Selves,

Today, I turn 25. And although I have made several jokes about keeping my birthday hush-hush, have complained about my back hurting, and even threatened that a quarter-life crisis was about to ensue, I am actually very happy with my age and the woman I am becoming. Thinking back, though, over the past ten years I cannot honestly say this feeling is something I anticipated.

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The Life of a Twenty-Something

It seems the older I get the more I hear people complain about their birthdays and ages a lot. When someone wishes them a Happy Birthday the response is usually a grimace with a murmured thanks. In reality, though, we should all be thankful and blessed that another year has rolled around for us. Age means you’ve experienced yet another year of good and bad, and lived through them all. What a wonderful accomplishment!

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