I turned a quarter century old yesterday. In no way am I saying that I feel old or am struggling with having turned 25 years old, but I do find myself thinking about my age more this year that I have in the past. Maybe this is this the beginning of my quarter life crisis (it's a real thing you know)? I also found myself thinking a lot about my Mum and the fact that she was my age when she had my sister! I think I'm thinking about her because it's the first time in my life that I can identify with and relate to what my mother's life was like at my age. All the stories about her life at my age now seem real and possible and I can think about them using my "adult perspective" as opposed to when I was a teenager and thought "she's just telling me this to make me feel better or to teach me a lesson". Oh, the glorious skepticism of teenagers. I think we're all glad I'm 25... right parents?