Welcome to another week, friends. This is the week I’ve been publicly celebrating and privately dreading- This is the week I turn 25. I’ve attempted to play it cool, but ever since hitting 24 I’ve been trying to figure out how to stop time and stay below the adult line. (I was already freaking out back in February!) Let me better explain this with a chart…


See? So on Saturday at 1:09pm I will no longer be a “young adult.” Anyone on the other side of 25 is probably rolling their eyes at me right now, but I’m a quarter of century old. What the hell.

I’m actually coming around to the idea of 25 more and more, I guess (which is good since I never figured out how to stop the aging process). When people ask my age I respond with, “almost 25” and I totally understand that age is just a number. Looks-wise, I’ll probably be carded for alcohol until I’m 40. This is lessening the blow.


My biggest reservation about turning the big 2-5 is that fact that I’m still learning to adult. (Millennials have official made that a verb so just go with it for the sake of this post.) I mean, I’m still flying out of bed just in time to clock in at work, I own multiple Disney shirts, and I watched two episodes of Arthur the other day because it was on when I turned on the TV. Did you guys see my Halloween movie list? More than half are rated PG…

Then again sometimes I feel very confident. I own a home, I work a full time (and a part time job), I’ve kept my dogs alive for the last few years, and I go on vacation without my parents. Coloring books aside, I feel like some of these things prove that I am a very capable adult.

A handful of things changed for me during my “young adult” years. I think that I’ve changed my behavior and I’ve changed my attitude. My priorities and passions and relationship have all changed, too. One thing that hasn’t changed is my love of lists… so here are the five biggest things to change in my early twenties:

Thankfully, my relationship with my parents has changed immensely over the last +5 years. I was a dreadful teenager. From the outside looking in you’d never know it, but my poor parents (especially my mother) went through the wringer. When I left for college things got much better (a.k.a. I stopped being a snot) and when I moved out and got married at 22 it was like the clouds parted and a new, open friendship blossomed between my parents and me (and K). I love calling up my mom to go shopping or inviting my parents out to dinner. As a matter of fact, this weekend I hung out with them every day.

When I hit 21 drinking became legal. And boring. For the record, I was not a huge underage drinker. I didn’t attend college parties every weekend and I can count on three fingers the amount of time I’ve gotten sick from the bottle. Nowadays I have a glass a wine with dinner once or twice a week and call it a night. Even when we gather with friends I typically nurse a single glass (or don’t drink at all). Plus our best friends are parents so our last few get togethers have been at brunch time.

*(When you actually plan a brunch you know that you’ve reached adulthood.)

Speaking of friends with children, my outlook on those little rugrats has changed, too. Kids have never, ever annoyed me (even working at a kids’ clothing store), but they used to overwhelm me. Kids are cuddly and in your face and loud and messy… and I can handle that in small doses, but the idea of owning parenting a child was not appealing. Now I will admit that I no longer cringe at the idea of being a mom. (NO, we are not pregnant and we are not on the path to becoming pregnant. DON’T EVEN ASK.)

One of the biggest changes I’ve noticed about myself has been my confidence. Plain and simple, I like who I am. In high school I struggled with body confidence as well as my personality. My freshman year of college I felt so lost- mainly because I was trying to define myself to fit in with a certain sorority. The last 3 years have been a confidence roller coaster, but as I near 25 I am so dang happy to just be me. I wish I’d found this confidence 10 years ago. (Seriously though, how easy would high school have been with a little self confidence?!) Yes I still have teenage acne and I wear a size 12 and I love Harry Potter and I color-code my closet… but I’m so in love with my strange, quirky, nerdy self.

My confidence is a reflection of Kyle and his love for me. I think that it also reflects on our relationship. (This month marks 8 years together.) Holy cow… we have changed in sooo many ways, especially these last 4-5 years. For one things, we went from dating to engaged to married. We also moved in together after the wedding. (That alone changes a relationship.) I didn’t think it was possible, but I love that guy now more than I ever have before. He just gets me. He makes Harry Potter jokes and he picks up an extra nachos and cheese from Taco Bell for me and he understands that sometimes my bad moods can be fixed by making the dogs talk and sometimes they can’t. Our relationship has matured and strengthened and gotten more comfortable and more fun, all at the same time. He is my absolute favorite person to have around, even when I want to stab him. I am so proud of him and I know he feels the same pride for me. I can’t use words to express how wonderfully our love has changed.

In the end, I’m grateful to turn 25 on Saturday. I’m grateful to crest the hill of “young adult.” I’m grateful to be surrounded by so much as I blow out the proverbial (or literal) candles. My husband says I’m already an adult, but it sure doesn’t feel like it. Hopefully it never feels like it πŸ˜‰


Grateful Heart w/ Ember Grey

17 thoughts on “Learning to Adult at 25

  1. still a babe to me πŸ™‚ So young… enjoy those fresh days of being a ‘new’ ‘adult’ πŸ™‚ haha
    I’m just scared how close I’m getting to that “senior” line.. YIKES!


  2. ha! i love that you created a graphic. 25 felt big for me too (and it was. it was one of my favorite years so far) πŸ™‚ love hearing about how far you’ve come – i too would have LOVED a little more confidence in high school whew. glad you are embracing it. i really liked what you said about hoping you never really feel like an adult! i really struggle with that because i don’t feel like an adult at 28 but you’re right…that’s probably a good thing!


    1. I felt like the only way to explain the craziness in my head was to make a visual. Haha! It’s by no means how the world views age, though, so I might be completely off my rocker! Haha! I don’t think I will ever stop liking kids things or behaving like one occasionally. I tend to think it’s part of my charm πŸ˜‰


    1. Thank you! And 32 is absolutely young! My mom is in her 50s and I think she’s young, too! I think that I just flip out when I see surveys ask your age and then group the choices as “18-24” and “25-40.” It’ll just be strange to select the higher number box πŸ˜€ Haha!


  3. I am NOT going to share my age because I’m well past 25 BUT … I don’t feel like it which is all that matters! right? At least that’s what I tell myself! Ha! Happy early Birthday!! I’m so glad we met and have gotten to know each other better. πŸ™‚


    1. Man oh man, I feel like I borderline offended people with my silly chart! Haha! It was just a visual of how crazy I am! The number TOTALLY doesn’t matter (unless your running for president or applying for medicare, lol). I’m so glad we got to know one another, too!! I love adding awesome people to my life!


  4. Wow, you already own a home?! You’re like, ten steps closer to being an adult than I am! I’m totally with you on the confidence thing, though. I feel like one of my big lessons for the last couple of years has been learning to accept who I am, and not feel obliged to do things like enjoy parties or have a stereotypically “fun-sounding” job because that’s what I’m supposed to do. Isn’t life happier when you can accept what you like and be proud of who you are?



    1. Hehehe, I thought adding that we own a home might make me sound more mature πŸ˜‰ Nevermind it’s got a heavy blanket of dog hair on the floor and (kids) movie posters on the wall! Life is SO much better when you’re happier with who you are! I absolutely agree! Thanks for the comment, Cat!


  5. oh man i remember all these thoughts and more when i hit that “mid-20s” milestone. it seems so long ago now! you have such a cute blog. i was over at amber’s blog (mr. thomas and me) and saw a comment you left that i loved, so i popped over to say hi. happy friday!


    1. Thanks so much, Erin! Ya know, from the time that I’ve written this to now I feel a little less panicky about turning 25. It helps that everyone I work with is older, so when they ask about my birthday and discover I’ll be 25 they tell me how young I am… ha! Thanks for stopping by!!


  6. God, I remember panicking about turning quarter of a century… then again when I turned 30! At 32 I’m finally coming around to the idea that I’m an “adult” (but I will never grow up!).


    1. I’ve come to terms with “25” but I don’t think I’m an adult… My husband tells me that I crossed that line a while ago, but when I still eat broccoli like a dinosaur (a.k.a. the broccoli are little trees) I think he even doubts my sanity, er, age πŸ˜‰ Thanks for stopping by!! Have a great weekend!


      1. Haha, my brother is 9 and whn my grandma offered him some “trees” when he was about 6 he gave a look of total disdain and said “that’s not trees – it’s broccoli!” Apparently he’s already more mature than me (I hate broccoli though).


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