It’s a little bit funny this feeling inside when I think about turning Twenty-Five in a few days. As they say, a little older and a little wiser. 2013 has been the year for growth, self-independence, and the year where I’ve been happiest with the decisions I’ve made. Or is it because I finally don’t give a fuck with what once was? Saying goodbye to being Twenty-Four feels like a blessing and I’m looking forward to the spanking new start that it will give me.
I guess that it all comes down to closing yet another life chapter on my autobiography and opening up a complete new one that is yet to be written. Like I’ve said before I don’t know where the journey will end but I can tell you where it has started.
P.S. Twenty-Fifth birthday bring it!