I have begun the slow march to my quarter-century celebration.
In less than one month, I will officially be in my mid-20’s. Like, right on the dot. Bam – mid 20’s. At 24, one can argue early 20’s. They’re pushing it, but they can at least try. At 25, one has no excuses. I will be smack dab in the middle of 20 and 30.
I should probably do something amazing to finish out this first quarter. Even if I live to be one hundred years old, there’s no escaping the fact that I’m finishing up the first leg. If this were a marathon, I’d have to hand over the baton to the next runner.
I don’t have any big plans. Thanks to this Lollipop Tuesday madness, I’ve accomplished quite a few things that I would never have done before. I can’t tell you how many years I’ve wanted to go ice skating but have been to afraid to try.
At least I can check that one off.
I ordered a drink the other night and one of my freshly graduated friends celebrated the fact that I carded. He was elated. He thought I would be too until he realized that celebrating my getting carded for me is kind of an insult. I had to explain to him that since I wasn’t exactly 60 years old, getting carded was still kind of something I expected. You know, being within 3 years of the legal drinking age and all.
When I greeted a visitor at work the other day, I was forced to make small talk until my boss was ready to take the meeting. Part of the small talk was the visitor asking me if I had kids.
What? Do I have kids? I don’t even know what to say to that. I had Frosted Flakes for dinner last night. No. I don’t have kids.
So since society is going to go ahead and move me along in age and expectation, I should probably do some big, awesome act of rebellion. Or celebration. Or something. I should accomplish something huge, or go do something fantastical. I’d go backpacking in Europe but I’m not likely to muster up that kind of dough without overnight blog fame or a hefty donation from a relative I have yet to meet. And I’d imagine my boss would need just a bit more heads-up on that one.
Maybe I could whip up a book real quick. Or hurry up and start my own small business with zero money. Or begin construction on my puppy amusement park. Maybe I could do a bunch of craft projects I’ve always wanted to try or maybe I could just withdraw all my money from my savings, kill a man, and drive to Mexico.
Maybe not that last bit.
But you get the idea. So here we go – I’m up for suggestions. What should I hurry up real quick and do to finish out my first quarter of life like a real champ? We should probably steer clear of things that are illegal or costly. Pretty much anything else is up for grabs. Hey, maybe that will be my fantastical act.
“When I turned 25, I put my fate in the hands of strangers”. ♣