Go to work. Tell someone good morning. Her response will be simple, yet unexpected: you dyed your hair. Say yes, yes you did dye your hair. And that you like it. Because change is good. Everyone needs change some times.
She surprises you again with her response: it’s stark.
Spend the rest of your morning defining the word stark because maybe it doesn’t mean what you thought it meant. (It does.)
Stark—adjective
Nap. Seriously, just take a nap.
Translation: Twenty-five is a lot like being a toddler. It’s best for everyone if you take a nap.
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Go to the gym, get a weird look from a stranger in the dressing room, and give her a weird look right back! Because, hey! She’s rude.
Get on the scale, confirm that Thanksgiving was full of bad choices, get off scale, look in the mirror.
Your pants are on backwards. Yes, now that you think about it, your pants do feel a bit uncomfortable this morning.
Translation: Twenty-five is learning to interpret the weird looks strangers are giving you. Don’t make a weird face out of spite; just say thank you and go fix your pants.
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My birthday is kind of a big deal. I’m obnoxious about it, really.
When I was four, my parents made the mistake of bringing an almost-five-year-old to the happiest place on earth: Disney World. I spent the entire trip asking about my birthday party that would take place back in Louisiana at the end of the week. I was looking forward to homemade chocolate cake and the Happy Birthday song (which I now hate) and my nanny.* I couldn’t, or wouldn’t, shut up about it.
And now I’m 25.
Twenty years later, I still felt that same kind of excitement surrounding my birthday. Well that mixed will a little bit of nausea.
When I confessed my slight-maybe-I’m-a-little-nervous-about-25 fear to my friends (who are all older than I am), they struggled not to laugh or roll their eyes. Yeah…that’s a big one they said, all bless-her-heart-like.
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