Today I turn twenty-five.
It may not seem like a lot to most, but twenty-five seemed like a milestone to me.
I had a whole list of things I wanted to achieve before I hit the big two five.
But now that I am actually twenty-five, I realise none of that matters.
(Although, admittedly, I ticked off more than I thought I would!)
I realise now that twenty-five is no more a milestone than, say, twenty-two.
It's just an age.
It's just a number.
The things I've achieved in my twenty-five years are things to be proud of.
They might not be what was on my list, but they are just as important.
I overcame a serious bout of depression, and gained some control of my anxiety.
I got a pet - with my significant other, no less.
We bought our own house - that's a pretty big deal.
And the small things too.
I kept my goldfish alive for a year!
I finally have some savings in the bank.
I dropped a dress size.
Measuring life by numbers is pointless.
Giving yourself a deadline for achieving set tasks is pointless.
Life doesn't go to plan.
Life doesn't follow your agenda.
You have to be flexible.
It's important to recognise your achievements; big or small.
Today I turned twenty-five, and I really couldn't give a stuff!
<3
*image from All The Pretty Stars blog
Post a Comment