Before I turned 25 last year, I worried about having a quarter life crisis - worried that I wasn’t doing enough and felt I wasn’t following my passion in life. My greatest fear was staying stagnant and not moving forward in the right direction.
Now that I am bidding farewell to 25 and welcoming the 26th year of my life, I am pretty confident to say that I feel I have fucking lived. If tomorrow was my last day, I feel I’ve had achieved enough in the last quarter century of my life and I would be proud of myself (even though there’s still heaps to do still)! 25 had been one hell of a year where I felt confident enough to make life changing(ish) decisions and to really listen to my gut feeling.
I quit the first ever full time job that I had for 3.5 years, and dedicated the time to travel the world to see more places. Went on 8 trips, explored 13 new countries and revisited places that I absolutely love.
I’m also lucky enough to have checked off a few items on my bucket list: seeing the Northern Lights in the Arctic Circle, husky dog sledding, flew a plane for the first time and skydiving from 15,000ft.
I promised myself to get better at Muay Thai this year, and I feel humbled being able to train with reputable Thai fighters in Thailand twice this year.
Of course it wasn’t all rainbow and butterflies... No doubt there was a lot of tears, doubts and uncertainties involved in between.
I wouldn’t be able to have such an epic year if I were going though it on my own.
Grateful to have a bunch of supportive friends who are always there to listen, my parents who always let me run with my own judgements and decisions, and my boo who puts up with my impatience, spontaneity and never holding me back for the things I wanna do.
Bring on 26, I’m ready for you 🤙🏾