It's safe to say that turning 25 feels right. My cloud of indecisiveness, with all its questions, hopes, fears, dreams and expectations finally seems to be dissipating, clearing a more direct path for me to follow.
Like every year, my birthday crept up on me with the impending notion that a huge birthday celebration would equal a happy one. However my special day was quite the contrary, opting for a casually planned day at Dolores Park, a night out on Polk's infamous Cinch, painting my kitchen wall with chalkboard paint, Sunday brunch in Hayes Valley with a good friend and a delightfully playful afternoon exploring universal phenomenon with my amazingly supportive family at San Francisco's new Exploratorium on Pier 15. Yes, it's good to be alive and 25!