Twenty Six

Four years away from Thirty. That's the first thing I thought after I got my first birthday call at midnight. As that faded quickly, I sat and had a few moments to myself where I thought over the last year (as I do, every year!).. Twenty five, was spectacularly crazy. It was the age where I figured so much out, but also the most hardest - especially when it came to coming to terms with various life lessons, loss, responsibilities and the idea of love.

I was talking to a friend last night, and we both agreed that since we graduated from university until 25 - life was just really complicated and really confusing. Hormones ran high, a career seemed to be the most important thing on my mind and trying to find "the one" was a chore. It was all wrong. But it was all the wrong I had to do in order to get to the Eureka! moment I had a few months ago. 

I may not have everything figured out - there are still so many things I need to sort out and accept, but I felt that 25 was the peak of all cathartic emotions. Everything blew up and everything made sense all at the same time. Although I have to say that the start and middle of it was pretty rocky.

I'm not going to review my year. I've shared some of the thoughts already throughout the year. What I will say is that - weirdly enough, the big things I wanted to achieve when I was 25, I somehow managed to. 

I think when it's the right time, things just have a way of working out and magically falling in to place. It's the time to just indulge in the forthcoming wonderful experiences and insane amounts of happiness. Because that, my fellow readers is what 26 will be all about (and Sky Diving. Yes, it's still on my list.. 4 years later).

A quote, to complete my thoughts:

“I know not all that may be coming, but be it what it will, I'll go to it laughing.” - Herman Melville (Moby Dick)