In less than two weeks I’ll be turning 25. I’m excited and nervous and terrified. Truthfully, birthdays don’t always appeal to me. Instead of growing older, I’d rather grow taller. But as I mature (ha!), I learn to accept that it’s not so bad. Not that I’m getting any wiser, but there’s comfort in knowing that I don’t really have to rush anything.
I’m only 25! I have a lifetime ahead of me! Why am I panicking! So I learn to cope and pray for the best, because what else can you do right? (Answer: Do something about my situation, duh.)
Just like every year, I anticipate my birthday with a wishlist. Surprisingly, it’s a lot shorter than my previous wishlists. Maybe because I’m needing less material stuff and leaning more towards the immaterial yearnings of my heart. I’m kidding. I have about three dozen books on my to-buy list, but I have more than 50 unread books gathering dust at home.
I’d also love to get a MacBook Pro, but it’s next to impossible with my salary and non-stop spending. Instead, I’ll ask my lovely officemates to fix my vintage MacBook since they’re IT guys and all.
Now, off to my materialistic wishlist! [Read more…]