Today is my half birthday. Celebrate now.

I’m somewhat sad that there were no notifications on Facebook screaming to me people “I know” got engaged over Valentine’s Day. Then I realized oh dear god there’s no one left to get engaged. I immediately had a piece of cheesecake to stop the ever impending quarter-life crisis from hitting full force.

I’m turning 25 in 6 months to this day. Who would let me be 25? You have to take a test to drive a car when you turn 16. When you turn 50, you get an AARP card and the discounts don’t stop there.  Yet they let you turn 25 with no checkpoint to see how you’re doing?  Odd and more proof of why I will never truly understand anything.

With John and I both on the hunt for permanent jobs, we’ve been spending a great deal of time hanging out together. We’ve been eating a ton and watching endless episodes of Cheers. It’s been great, but I knew the good times would only last so long. The other night he said “…because I’m not going to get a job hanging out with you every day.” After the initial wave of stinging subsided, I realized he’s right. Maybe I have been taking this gap in unemployment a little too lightly. I’ve enjoyed this little break. And I'd like to say I've been a tad productive with it; I’m using it to regroup and get my mind steady and straight. But that time has ended and it’s time to get my serious adult panties on and sack up.

They're letting this turn 25. Why?

Time to be an adult again. Time to earn my keep. Time to get this damn book finished and send it to publishers. Time to get my life where I want it.

And gosh dangit, I’m gonna have it all.