In the past few years I’ve gotten in the habit of creating a list of goals for the year around my birthday. As I approach 25, it’s time to reflect on the past year. Overall, 24 was good to me.
Fly somewhere. I got on a plane for the first time and traveled to Iceland.
Learn to make French Macarons. I’ve tried twice so far. The first batch looked great, but the texture wasn’t quite right. The second batch tasted good, but looked terrible. Maybe the third time will be the charm?
Learn another language. I’m certainly not fluent, but I did improve my French skills and I started to learn HTML.
Start a business. I don’t have any customers yet, but the foundation is there. Maybe 25 will bring me success.
Get a tattoo. I decided I’m not in a rush for this one. I’m a little squeamish about permanently altering my body. I need to make sure it’s something I really want. If someone invents ink that only lasts five years or so, hit a sister up!
Pay off my student loans. I’ve still got a ways to go, but I made a hell of a lot of progress this year.
I can’t believe that quarter century mark is so close—just a few more weeks. I’m definitely still in that awkward “I’m an adult, but I feel like a kid” phase. There’s more uncertainty than certainty in my life and it’s wonderfully stressful, full of possibilities and terror. I’m excited and nervous and energized and exhausted and generally all the feelings as 25 looms nearer. I can’t wait to see what’s in store!