25 Really?

25 is a doosy. Don't get me wrong, I had an amazing B-day weekend. Matt took me to The Paris restaurant, I had to hula hoop at Joe's Crab Shack, and my family made me a yummy Sunday dinner, but Sunday night I could help but feel ... OLD. But in a sense that I didn't expect. My family and I were talking about skiing and what vacations we wanted to take this year and I just realized that I will never not have responsibilities. Lame! I have a full-time job that I will probably keep until we want to have kids. I will never get to just gallivant around, and travel for a month, or ski on a weekday. I feel like I can't daydream anymore. We went to go see the Warren Miller ski film and every time I see one I think, "I could do that, I could enter into a backcountry competition" but this time I couldn't, cause I realistically I don't have enough time. I know I'm being a drama queen, but I think you get the point.