For the first time in my life, I did not welcome a birthday. 25 seemed like a big number and proved that I was in fact, getting older. I'm supposed to have a fashionable life... great job, the perfect guy, expensive clothes, a stylishly furnished apartment, partying at the newest and hottest clubs/lounges... the Sex and the City dream. I want it all, and yet "it all" seems so far away. Of course, I'm not the only one who feels this way, we now have our own term, the quarter-life crisis. Lifetime TV composed a segment on this very topic called Spotlight 25.
Mid-25, I ask myself, "What can I do that's important for society?" Once I figure that out, I don't think I'll worry about my age.