Quarter Life Crisis

Well, it's official. Yesterday was my 25th birthday. The point of no return. The point where I officially have to grow up and be mature and move on with life. (Okay, maybe not, but I can feel that way right?) But as I look back on the last 25 years, I realize how lucky I am. I have so many wonderful friends and family-all of which acknowledged me in some meaningful way this week. Thanks to all!


I also have very few regrets: They simply include:

• Not trying escargot in Paris when I was twelve. I now have to go back just for that.


• Not going to my brother's state tennis tournament with my family sophomore year. I used some lameo excuse that I couldn't miss school-but really I stayed for some dumb boy.


• Being such a brat on my high school graduation day


• Not ever trying out for Women's Chorus at BYU.


• Not telling a certain someone how I really felt about him.

But these are regrets I can live with. Despite all of the awkwardness and mistakes and devastation life brings, there is nothing that I would change about the way I've lived mine. And I am determined that this trend will continue.

I am not who or where or what I thought I would be on my 25th birthday. I can't say if I am better or worse, or happy or sad. But I am still me, and glad to be it.

So as I make a wish and blow out my candles, I am grateful for the life I have lived, and for the life I will live from now on-good, bad, and ugly, and amazing.