I can't even imagine why folks assume the 25 year mark is a quarter of your life, or the 50 year mark is half of it either. What if you die at 50? Well then, you would be really off by calling a crisis at 50 your mid life crisis wouldn't you? Little would you know until your death bed that your quarter life crisis was actually your mid life crisis and holy shit does that throw a wrench in the plans! I may be over thinking this, after all it's just a saying. But then again maybe I'm not because if I'm going to die at 50 then I need to hurry up and have a mid life crisis NOW! I think the real problem here is that I'm a planner and there just isn't any way to plan in this unpredictable situation called life.
Phew. I think I'm starting to sweat.
I'm turning twenty five today and in order to write out the cheesy quarter life plans I was hoping to write here, I suppose I'm going to have to bank on the idea that I'll live to be 100 and keep my fingers crossed and my underwear on inside out and hope for the best. Or maybe I should assume I'm going to die at 50 and consider this birthday the halfway mark in my life? And if I'm going to take that route then I had better get off my ass and stop writing about my goals and jump out there and get them accomplished! Sheesh, this is starting to be a lot of work. All I wanted was to sit down and write something clever about turning 25. Now I'm realizing that 25 is potentially older than I had thought 10 minutes ago and starting to feel my own mortality. I've never visited another country or participated in that sweat lodge I always wanted to participate in. Hell, I didn't even eat breakfast this morning.
Tell you what guys, I gotta go......
