I started blogging when I was around 16 or 17 and I still am at the quarter of my life. Who would’ve thought that after all these years, I still managed to stick with my so called passion? The truth is, I don’t know what my passion is anymore, I mean the one that can support me in my everyday life. Sure, I have a job but I get tired of people telling me it’s not a real job or it doesn’t fit in the degree that I have when I was in college. Sometimes their expectations are exhausting, but when I think about it, it’s what I’m expecting for myself too.
Turning 25 isn’t exactly, “Yay! I’m finally 25!” umm, no. It’s more like, “Wow, I’m getting old and I still don’t know what I’m doing with my life”. If you’re a 20 something who knows what you want and you’re already doing it, you’re lucky but if you’re like me, know that you’re not alone. Midlife crisis is so real and scary and hard, but being 25 means I have to face it with a brave face and take it one step at a time. At one point I thought I already know which road to take but I had a change of heart. Oh well, I hope it’s for the best.
Being 25 means being mature and being positive. So, I try to. After all, my career is somehow blurry at the moment but I’m surrounded with a supportive family, fun friends and cousins who always remind me to enjoy life, and a special someone who loves me just as much as I love him.
On the day of my birthday, which is 30th of September, I thought it was just an ordinary day. Up until my 7 year old cousin barged in while carrying a huge box screaming “Delivery!” and it was for me. My first thought was, I think it was something I ordered online but I knew it was too big. I opened it and it was from Jan 25 roses, a box of my favorite chocolates and a card. I couldn’t be more happier. Even though if he’s miles away, he always find a way to surprise me. I spent the rest of the day having lunch with my family and a little bit of shopping. What more could I ask for? My heart was so full. And it still is.