Today, I turned 25.
I definitely feel another year older. Sometimes—most years in fact—I feel the same. But this year, I definitely feel older. I accomplished, and did a lot, during 24. I moved cities and jobs, said goodbye to people I love, and spent a ton of time on airplanes. Maybe that’s why?
Whatever the case, I’m tremendously excited for 25.
Even though I’m only hours into a quarter century, I can’t help thinking that I need to move faster already. There’s so much I want to do, and 25 seems like the year to do it.
People love picking words or phrases to label time periods: Renaissance, Industrial Revolution, etc. I’m often opposed to this as it generalizes way too much. But for 25, what the heck. Might as well. (Medium did it for 2017.)
Twenty-five will be a year of focus for me: A year to be more intentional about what I spend time on and who I spend time with.
I won’t be stingy with my time. But I will protect it from things I don’t want to do. What do I want to do? More of the same things that give me joy: building tech products that people want, writing for myself and for others, meeting new people in this awesome (still-newish-to-me) city, and giving my time to those I love so they can help me spend it.
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