Next week I turn 25. From everyone I’ve talked to, 25 is a big deal. Apparently on the day I turn 25 I will wake up old. People say your body changes. You can’t do as strenuous exercise. You will have strange aches and pains. You can’t party like you use to. Some people have there quarter life crisis. It used to be age 40 that people freaked out and got the tattoo, or bought the sports car, or suddenly quit their job, or marriage. Everyone in my generation did things earlier. We overindulged in our youth and felt the effects much sooner. Yes, 25 will be a big year for me. I am lucky to have gone through most of the major life events. I’ve graduated college, started a career, gotten married. I still haven’t bought a house or had a child but those thing too will come I’m sure. This month will also be my 7th dateaversary with my husband. We were 17 when we met. We grew up together. We graduated high school and college together. We were together the first time we voted, drank in a bar, and gambled in Las Vegas. I like to think he was the first adult decision I ever made. I’m lucky that he was a good decision. He supports me in everything that I do and he is still to this day my best friend. But turning 25 scares me. Maybe it won’t be as bad as everyone says. I’m not so worried about the actual aging. I’m actually looking forward to growing old with my husband. We joke that in our old age we’ll be batty and try and score off the nurses in the retirement home. I guess what I’m feeling is simply regrets of my own mortality. As the years pass I guess people count their accolades and wonder if there is more to life. I wish I had my masters or decided to go to law school straight through. Every year that passes it’s harder to go back. Yet, I love my job, my home, my dog. I wouldn’t trade the life I have I for anything. We’ll see what comes at 25.