On Turning 25

Starting a new chapter with uncertainty and grief

Photo by Andrew Neel on Unsplash

In early October this year, I turned 25 years old.

I’ve lived a quarter of a century, and am now turning the pages to a new chapter of my life.

Now on surveys, instead of selecting that I am 18–24 years old, I’ve levelled up to clicking that I am in the 25–34 years old age range.

Recently, my birthdays have been just another day. I acknowledge that my age has increased, I might go out to have a nice meal and a treat, and then the next day comes again as usual.

I thought my 25th birthday would be the same, but it ended up being a larger turning point than I expected.

A New Chapter

I’m four months into my big-girl job after finishing school. It finally hit me that I am no longer in a semester-based system. During my college years, the end goal was always to graduate and find a job.

Simple.

Now that I’ve graduated and found a job, I don’t know what to do next.

I understand that I’m still early in my career and there is so much room for growth and change.

But I feel lost.