Reflections on my 25th

First of all, I am soooo grateful to God for allowing me to witness 25 years of life! When I sit down and think about all of the people who never got to live 25 years on this earth, I can only feel blessed.
Now, I must say that , unlike some other birthdays, I actually feel this age. Like, you know how every other year when people ask you if you feel older, you usually don't? But 25 is like....dannnng i'm 25?!? For me, its a milestone age. You're almost 30, you've lived a quarter of a century, you're half way to 50 (mind you: these are the many ways people have oh so kindly described my new age), and to the younger ones, you're simply getting old. I remember always making fun of my older cousins and friends when they turned 25 and now I'm right there too lol. I think what makes 25 even more interesting is that for a lot of young girls, 25 was always that magic number that represented marriage, babies, and whatever other random fairy tale dreams we had. Now that I'm actually this magic age, I laugh because I know that marriage and kids, for me, is still a couple of years away and that I'm still very much a kid at heart. I think I'm finally understanding how parents and other older people can feel like everything happened "just yesterday".
Anyway, today(or I guess technically yesterday now), was a simple day. As said in an earlier post, I was exhausted yesterday. Well, that didn't stop me from not sleeping until 12am and waking up at 7 after a night full of tossing and turning. smh. Needless to say, I woke up tired and forgot for a while, that it was even my birthday. Not long after, the cramping and bathroom runs started as it finally dawned on me that I was having a colitis flare up. Not cool at all. So the entire morning was spent laying in my bed, not wanting to move or do anything.
In the afternoon, I cleaned, took a power nap, and prepared for my guests. One thing you can always count on when you schedule and event with people of color, is that more often than not, they will go on CP (colored people) time- and they did, giving me more time to prepare. My guests arrived for my 630 potluck/game/movie night between 715 and 815. From then on, we talked, laughed, took pics, failed at watching a movie, attempted our hand at Cranium for a few, and ate tons of delicious food. It was a nice time and I am thankful for all of those that came out to celebrate with me. Initially, I was saddened by my inability to do much for my big day (winter bdays arent fun), but I truly did enjoy my day.
Now, my birthday is over and it's time to start practicing how to say that I'm 25.... even though I never mastered how to say 24. Based on my mini poll, I've concluded that mentally, your brain gets so stuck at 23 and all the other ages takes a conscious effort to remember. But maybe 25 will be different. Well, happy 25th birthday to me!