The Thrill of Twenty-Five

April 22, 2024

Since I’ve been in my twenties and in my established friend group of more twenty-somethings, I’ve heard the same thing over and over, most of the time in a random sliver of conversation: “Twenty-five was a good year for me.”

See, most of my friends are between about twenty-three and twenty-five, and, being one of the youngest, I’ve had my eye on the big two-five, wondering how it will feel to be five years away from twenty and five years away from thirty. 

Gosh.

I know most of you are laughing at my “twenty-five is scary” column, but don’t you remember being in your twenties? The world just out of reach. Dreams on the horizon, nightmares hopefully left behind. 

I’ve admitted to my friends that I am absolutely terrified of turning twenty-five. Mostly because I entered my twenties with expectations for twenty-five, but if you read my last column, you might’ve noted that expectations are just handmade by natural-born sinners like myself. In other words, it’s always a million times better to drop your expectations and let God handle the rest. 

My friends have responded to my “afraid of twenty-five” comments by saying, “Why? What exactly are you afraid of?”

“I’m not sure,” I always say. “It’s just a big year, and I’ll be on the back end of being in my twenties. That’s scary!”

“No, no. Twenty-five was my best year,” they repeat. They explain that the year they turned twenty-five was when they either found themselves, the Lord, their best friends, moved to the right area, etc., etc. All good things. 

Me? Like I said, I’m not sure what I’m so scared of. Perhaps I’m thinking of the year I turned twenty and was no longer living in my childhood home. Or when I was twenty-one, and COVID took over the world. Or when I was twenty-two and found out that I’d been cheated on. Or when I was twenty-three and hit rock bottom with my self-image. 

I know how all of this sounds, but I’ve had a really great past few years. The notes above were just obstacles that made me stronger and challenges that made me sweat.

Last year, when I turned twenty-four, my amazing boyfriend sat across from me on our date and asked, “What do you want out of twenty-four?”

I think I said something like, “By this time next year, I want to be more confident. I miss who I used to be when I was twelve. I loved myself so much and was really proud of who I was. I want to embrace that girl this year.”

Over the span of the following year, I took strenuous steps to do just those things, and I can look back to last spring and finally be proud of how far I’ve come. 

Today, I turned twenty-five years old. 

And I lift my glass to welcome another great year. In fact, I lift my glass to invite an even better year before me, kind of like I did over New Years, when I was swept into 2024 in laughter, glitter, and song. 

I’ll get to know twenty-five personally this year and see just how thrilling she is.

 

M.M. Cochran is the author of YA novel Between the Ocean and the Stars and has an educational background in English and creative writing. She has worked in the journalism industry, as well as the agenting and publishing industry, and she is currently a news reporter for The Greer Citizen. M.M. can be found collecting coffee mugs, slipping into an oversized sweater, and hanging out with her standard poodle. Her debut novel, Between the Ocean and the Stars, can be found online at Amazon.com or Barnesandnoble.com. To keep up with her writing journey, follow her on Instagram @m.m.cochran_writer.

 

Featured image by Leyli Nova.

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