I turn 25 in two days.
“The big two five”, “quarter of a century “, whatever you call it. People around me are making it a pretty big deal.
Ah 25, I barfed. My skin is only going to sag from now. I probably won’t learn things as fast as before and in my mother’s words, my days of finding someone to marry is basically numbered.
Last night I found my old iPad from sophomore year of college. As I was looking through photos from 6 years ago I saw 19-year-old Monica’s stupid, innocent, happy face, having no idea what lied ahead in life. I thought, why didn’t I appreciate more? Why didn’t I recognize the short sweetness of youth and really take a moment to cherish it?
This morning I found a flowy Zara skirt from that same year. I put it on and went to work. Though the style is way outdated, I still rocked. I then started reminiscing all the other times I rocked that skirt and realized I did cherish my youth. I did so by living life to the fullest and had as much fun as I could. 19-year-old Monica was never able to think like 25-year-old Monica so why put that kind of pressure on her? Oftentimes we thought we let time slip by but we really didn’t. We just had a different mentality but still LIVED with the same passion and thrill.
At the end of the day, as a 25-year-old girl I actually have a lot to be proud of. I have a master degree from NYU, speak three languages, and survived 3 years in New York City (pretty big accomplishment for me). I have a loving family, a bunch of ride-or-die friends, and a job I’m really passionate about. So yea, I guess I'm ok with not being 19.
P.S. Since this is a fashion post, my glasses are from Osaka Shades :)