This upcoming October will mark my twenty-fifth year of life. Twenty-five. The number makes me go back to thoughts I would have as a kid. My plan was to go to college, make wonderful grades, meet a wonderful man, get married and live happily ever in a mansion with our offspring. But those were the thoughts of a naive child who thought life mimicked the perfect fairy tale that society portray to young women. I learned that college was expensive. There is some dreadful process called PAYING RENT. I learned that some jobs were not perfect. I learned that the first man who I fell in love with was far from a prince charming. Today, I find myself with a company that I’ve been with since I was a teenager. I am completely numb and unchallenged in the occupation that I hold. I go out to feel that drunken grandeur and momentary happiness that ends in pain the next morning. And as embarrassing as it may sound, I know exactly what I want to do with my life, it is just cowardice and fear holding me back. And as I watch former classmates graduate college, start families, begin their own businesses I can’t help but wonder what is my destiny? So, twenty-five is coming. I have cleared myself of all drama and obstacles. It seems the only thing standing in the way of my dreams is actually me. I guess it’s time to get gutsy! Grrr.