25, veinticinco, quarter of a century

Twenty five, veinticinco, quarter of a century...whatever you want to call it, I'm turning 25, and I'm not enthused. Not too sure why, but I most certainly am not. I've been shuffling through the possibilities of why it might be.

1. I promised Brent that if neither one of us were married by 25 then we would marry each other. Being that he was never a favorable prospect, this is not a good thing. And I'm pretty sure I meant by the end of my 25th year...so there is still hope!

2. I'm back in school. I never planed to be life long student and 3 years ago I thought I was done. But I love where school is taking me; I'm going to teach, there's no doubt about that.

3. My butt is freaking huge thanks to too much Pepsi and the Drawdy's big bottom gene! This is just unacceptable but fixable.

Really I think it is the fact that I'm one year older but not one year closer to anything other than death. I'm working through it, and once the celebration is over at 11:59 tomorrow I will accept the fate of 25. Who knows, I could be dreading a year of wonderful wishes and dreams fulfilled. Thank goodness I don't hold tomorrow in my hands.