Friday, July 8


25 years, yeah... that's a quarter of a century. How come i get to live that long so fast!? Just a few months ago i realized i was turning this age and i was not going to be able to refer myself as a girl anymore. I mean... Girl? doesn't it sound a little crazy pretending i'm just a girl when i lived a quarter of my life? When i thought of this i admit i freaked out a little bit... me? thinking of me as a grown up woman? When my grandmother had my age back in 1959 she was already married, she was a wife and mother of five kids... yes! five kids.

Last week i was talking with a old friend from highschool and we were all surprised how time went so fast. 10 years ago we were only 15 and the only thing we care about was being silly. Now, it is a whole another story.

When i was 15 i saw 25 so far away i didn't worry.If someone asked me at that moment how i picture me at this age i easily answered: "Graduated from college-Successful in my business- Pretty much married". I though 25 year old people were all grown up and mature. Grown up and mature!? what was i thinking about? sometimes i miss that sweet innocence of that age 'cause actually the last thing i feel about me and pretty much most of the people around this age is that were are grown up and mature. We make mistakes constantly and we're not sure about probably anything we do. When i got to this point, my thoughts and my mood were going from bad to worse... then i desesperately asked:

If there is something such as a mid-life crisis, now i'm very much sure it does exist a quarter-life crisis too and it happens to all of us at this age. I'm probably going through it so please be patient with me.

About two or three days ago while a was coming out from shower i was thinking wheter to celebrate my 25 birthday or not and suddenly my thoughts changed from a party to gray hair and wrinkles... I worried. I saw myself in the mirror. I laughed.

So what if i turn 25? I'm i old now or what? The only way im feeling old is if i'm 75, grumpy and complaining about my hip... and I'M NOT. I'm 25, smiling and complaining about my chunky legs... and that i think it is a very good sign of youth.

So yes, i'm 25 and young. I'm 25 and reckless. I'm 25 and inmature. I'm working on it... i'm growing up, trying to become whatever i want to be even if a change my mind every six months. Don't rush me, somehow i'm enjoying it. This is my time to make mistakes and then fix it up. Don't rush me, life is short and it goes way too fast.


  1. Happy Bday C!!! Loved the quarter life crisis post!
    Enjoy life!!! No matter what you do, you're never gonna get out of it alive. So, you might as well enjoy every little second of it.
    Wish you many years ahead of greatest immatureness, mistakes and learning.
    Luv u!

  2. I hope you had a wonderful Birthday! And I agree with you about time flying so fast. It was refreshing to reminisce the young times, and its kinda scary thinking about aging and maturing. Plus, the mid-life crisis, I've been there! Just be very firm with your goals in life and just go with the flow to what makes you happy and contented.

    Have a great week! :)