My twenty-fifth birthday has terrified me for some time, as most of you who read my blog regularly are aware. Overcome by all sorts of things I had yet to accomplish, I had developed this idea that turning 25 did nothing more than mark me as a failure.
There were four things I had expected I would have by the time I was twenty-five, and I remember sitting down on my 24th birthday and thinking 'Crap... none of these things are within my grasp.'
Sometimes though, life is all about patience.
The first thing I wanted by the time I was 25 was a car. Two months after I turned 24, a coworker of mine at the coffee shop decided to move back to Ireland and offered to sell me her car. I bought it a month later for $4000 less than what the dealership asking price for that make and model was. Had I jumped and run to a dealership like I wanted, I would have been tied into financing I couldn't afford for a car I couldn't afford. Hanging on gave me the opportunity to get this car. While I will need to get a new car in the not so distant future, she's getting me from point A to B for now.
Number two was a relationship. Like, a good relationship that would actually last more than all the one-month long ones I had been in. Wanting this one was hard, because it took a lot of control to not just jump at the first guy who showed interest. But once again, my patience paid off. I can happily say that as of my 25th birthday, I have been in a relationship for 9 months.
Number three was a career. I've struggled the most with this one, because I hate that I haven't been in a job I could define as a career; somewhere that I could work for several years without having to worry about getting enough hours or any of that. Ironically enough, I got a job offer the day before my 25th birthday, with a 'career' job. Not bad I would say. Means I'm not as much of a failure as I thought in that area.
The last one is a two-parter. To be out of debt, and living on my own. Unfortunately, I haven't been able to achieve these two thanks to not making enough money at work, but now that I've got this new job, I should be able to make a dent in my debt and get some savings in no time.
So you know, maybe I don't have a life like Chandler or Pheobe, Monica or Rachel. I'm not going to be a huge success story by the time I'm 26, and I'm certainly nowhere near having the kind of money to live in a fancy apartment in the city.
But I guess I'm not doing near as bad as I was worried I would. And hey, statistically, I'm done 1/3 of my life, which means I've already finished part of the race!