The Other Side of Twenty Five

I'm still amazed when I'm reminded of the fact that blogging has been such a major part of my twenties.

Turning 22
Turning 23
Turning 24
Turning 25

And here we are at 26 - still blogging all these years later and still loving it.

Last year was quite possibly the best birthday I had ever had - and let's face it, I doubt anything could ever top it. A surprise trip vacation, a long weekend in Prague & a completely unexpected proposal. Um, best birthday ever?

It's funny too, because just before we boarded the plane and flew away for that fateful weekend, I'd written a post that was of the whatever will be, will be variety. To quote myself;  "My 25th year is going to be one of no regrets, and no expectations." Here we are twelve months later, and guess what? I can't think of a single regret. Not a one. It looks like acceptance was the way forward - who knew I'd get smarter as I got older?

So what did I accomplish in my twenty fifth year? Aside from the obvious 'getting engaged' answer, I think I've done a fair bit. I stayed in a job I liked until I didn't enjoy it anymore and left. I joined a gym and made the effort to go 4-5 times per week, which I'm still doing as of right now. I travelled to Paris with my best friend and fell in love with Disneyland all over again. I started planning for our wedding and travelled back to Sydney to do it, narrowly getting caught up in the crazy volcanic ash chaos. I got diagnosed with PCOS and began to understand my body just that little bit more. In short, I just went along with whatever life threw at me.

I used to freak out about getting older, but you know, I'm really not that bothered by it any more. I have so many things to look forward to - a little travelling, the massive international move back home, getting married to my amazing boy, saving money and building a home, starting a family if all goes well. Age is just a number, after all.

And if I should ever start to feel sad about getting on in years, at least I'll always take comfort in the fact that Jase is two years older than me, mwahaha. Kidding, kidding! Here's to a great twenty sixth year.