Quarter Life Crisis!!

As my twenty-fifth birthday is rapidly approaching, I am beginning to realize that I am, in fact, an adult. No more of this teenager nonsense. I'm not even a college student anymore. Interestingly enough, though, despite my recent efforts to dress my age, act my age (at least to some degree, but we all know I have a very youthful giggle!), and even wear make-up on occasion, I still appear to be mysteriously young for my age!!!!!! Today, I was at church in my home ward and my friend had left her purse at my house the evening before, so I borrowed my Dad's keys to get the purse from his car. A young woman in my ward, who I had not previously met, stopped me in the hall and said, "You drive??!!!???!!!" I responded with,"I think I'm a little older than you think I am." Before I even had the chance to tell her I was nearly 25, she said, "I thought you were fourteen!" Perhaps this will be a blessing when I am old and want people to think I am 30 when I am actually 40, but it's not exactly enjoyable at the moment! Therefore, instead of dreading my twenty-fifth birthday, and drawing nearer to my inevitable fate of becoming to cat (or perhaps 'possum) lady, I find myself anticipating my twenty-fifth birthday, and hoping, praying, wishing, yearning to look one more year older.