I’m turning 25 years old in one week…repeat one week. To say I’m not excited is an understatement. Let’s put it in perspective. In five years I’ll be 30, in 10 years I’ll be 35 and in 15 years I’ll be 40….yeah not excited about my precious youth leaving me.

I know you’re probably thinking, “you’re not old,” “25 is a great age,” “get over yourself,” yadda yadda yadda. But to me, 25 means I’m getting closer and closer to an age where I need to have my crap figured out…and guess what I’m not even close to having anything figured out. I know 25 is an age where you are still not quite sure where life is going to take you but you’re on a path to where you think you want to be. Well I’m not on that path yet and let’s just say I don’t want to retire in my current field of work.

I have a passion in my mind, something that I know I will be great at, but if I pursue this passion I will have to come out of the lifestyle that I’m currently living. I would have to go back to school. I would have to start from the very, very bottom. And I would more than likely be broke for a while before making any money.  Each year after 25 means I’m that much closer to not being able to easily switch careers and that much closer to starting at the very bottom of the money-making food chain. So do I stay miserable with money or be fulfilled and broke? Ah, the American conundrum.

So I have one week before I hit a milestone that has me freaking out. One week to have an epiphany about life. One week to get my shiz together. Yeah that’s probably not going to happen, but in one week I will be sitting at a bar with close friends drinking my youth away….drinking is also an understatement. I will be guzzling my youth away. Cheers to being old!