"Amazing genes!" many would say when learning the ages of my 99-year-old grandfather and 94-year-old grandmother. "You'll live to be 100."
"101," I would reply, as if entitled to some borrowed fortitude.
To me, the more experiences we accumulate, the greater clarity we can have about the life we really want to live. If each day, we take just one bold step towards what we truly want, eventually it is possible to create the life of our dreams.
When I was pregnant, I tried to imagine what you'd be like. I thought you might like flowers and the color pink, so I decorated your room in violets and made you a rose-colored quilt. Today, your bedroom is covered in Star Wars posters and pictures of sharks.
As of Tuesday, I've been around for a quarter-century. I can no longer claim to be in my "early 20s." And I'm pretty sure I can glimpse 30 just over the horizon (or maybe that's just nearly-30 HuffPost Women Editor Margaret Wheeler Johnson, sitting at the desk next to me).
Regardless of who is in office six months from now, when I blow out my birthday candles I'll make a wish for job security, good health and less debt in the year to come. Not for myself, but for the American people.
If you are 25 or turning 25: It's OK that you have not gone to grad school. It's also OK if you're thinking of going. And many may not agree with me, but I think it's OK to apply to grad school because you still haven't found a job in this economy.