Today I’ve turned 25 years old, damn. To be honest and fair, I did not expected to be in this point of life that I am. When I was 15, I expected to have all figured it out at this point of life, but I am far beyond that. Of course, I’ve accomplished certain things that I’ve desired very much, I’ve graduated in college in the course that I wanted when I was 17 (and made that decision) but I don’t see myself working at this line of work anymore. I don’t like to work in the cinema industry, I actually hate it. But life is more than your job, or the lack of it. I have great friends, a lovely and caring boyfriend, and a nice little family of three ladies, I adore all of them. I dedicate myself to study different languages, I can speak Portuguese, English, French and a little (very little) of Mandarin. I adore to study naval engineering, architecture and a lot of other stuff that I’ve never thought it would make me so happy. When I was 15, I was so unhappy, I hated turning 15. This is why I think I thought that at 25 I would have accomplished things I thought that made one happy: money, marriage, kids. Life is more then that, THANK GOD. I’m not ready for what being 25 will bring to me, but I’m not scared of it anymore.