My last night

This is the last night of my pre-25 year-old life...and I am at home with my dog watching Cougartown. Hmm...something just doesn't seem right about this picture. I sat down to make a list of things I wanted to do during my 25th year...but a lot of the lists I've googled are just plain stupid. I mean, "be more confidant"? That's not a "thing"! That's not something I can just do and then check it off my list. I mean, there are things I would like to do in life...but don't necessarily believe they can happen in the next year. Is 25 really a big deal? I feel like it is...it's just the first of the scary milestones that people go through. I mean, in the next 5 years I need to start having kids...whether I'm ready or not. Why did women get the raw end of that deal? And yes I KNOW 25 isn't old...so people over 25 need to relax when younger people than you stress about their age. Aging is scary...whether you're 20 or 60 (ok, if you're 90...you get a pass)...either way you're going to die some day, right? We're all going to die. That's basically what I've been thinking about as I think about my birthday tomorrow. Happy Birthday to me!