The Big 2-5

I turned 25 on Saturday, and it doesn't feel very different. This year I was super lucky that my birthday fell on a Saturday, leading to a 3 night birthday extravaganza that included sushi with the in-laws and brother, Cheesecake factory and Cranium/Wii with the usual crew, and an awesome lazy Saturday full of pancakes, Mario Kart, delicious Indian food, and a movie at home with Scotty. It was a fantastic weekend, I feel so blessed to have such awesome friends and family! It has been a while since I took a few days away from school and just enjoyed the people I love without worrying about papers/tests/procrastination, so that was the best birthday present I could ask for...with Mario Kart coming in a close second, of course.

25 doesn't feel very different...but it sounds different. I can no longer make a case for being in my early twenties, and 25 sounds more established than 24 did, for some reason. I feel like I should have more under my belt than just more years in higher education. Ha. I'm not getting promoted through the ranks of some high-flying corporation, I don't have a kid (thank goodness, for now), we don't have all kinds of free time or cash to travel the world without a second thought, and Oklahoma is probably the MOST exciting place I've ever lived. Ha. It's absurd, but sometimes I look at the carefree little undergrads when I'm on campus and feel. so. old.

Seriously, sometimes it feels like Scott and I are literally giving up our "twenties" for school, but then I stop feeling sorry for myself and focus on the fact that we have a fantastic life and fantastic friends, and we still have most [wait - half] of our twenties to enjoy, despite that pesky thing called med/grad school that interferes with our social lives every once and a while. And hey, bring on 30, because that will mean we are official people who are DONE with school! I'm not really sure where I'm going with this, but all this to say that I'm pretty ambivalent about 25. But for now, I'm going to work on enjoying the present and stop waiting for the future when "real life" starts.

Despite the ambivalence, here are my birthday-year resolutions. 25 is going to be the year that I get fit, by golly. Yesterday, Hannah and I went to our first Zumba class, which was awesome, freaky, and SUPER awkward, all at the same time. I shook, I shimmied (or tried to), and yelled out ZUMBA whenever the crazy instructor man told me to...and I had an amazing time! Apparently I am a terrible salsa dancer, but it was super fun and I can't wait to go back. I have decided that this is the year that I stop making excuses and find ways that work for me to get healthier and have fun while doing it. So, here we go, it's in writing...25 is the year that I get fit, worry less, and probably play more Mario Kart!