One of the hardest things about writing this specific piece is acknowledging the fact that I’m getting older. Every single day I continue to age and every moment feels like it disappears a little too quickly. Sometimes I think my time is running out and that I need to do everything I can before it’s up. Of course, this shouldn’t be the correct way to go about it. For some, each age brings something new and exciting to explore. I’d like to think that way, but I’ve always been a constant worrier. Maybe it’s because I’m a huge emotional mess. And I think that’s why I connect with artists like Adele so much. I’m not saying that she’s a huge emotional mess, but she definitely isn’t afraid to express the way she’s feeling, and she does it beautifully. Sometimes it hurts a little more than it should. Before my birthday, I told everyone that the only proper way to kick off the day would be by listening to 25 by Adele alone in my room right after I wake up. I received a few laughs and some unwavering support from my fellow empaths, but I really don’t know why I thought it would be a good idea. I didn’t need to feel so hard at such an early hour on this day of all days. I understand that 25 focuses more on the relationship aspect of being in your mid-20s, but I think it offers some very unique perspectives on what it’s like to grow up and mature despite the constant hardships. I’m not sure what this means for what my 25th year will bring, but if it’s love, then I guess I know how to handle it in the best way possible thanks to my good pal Adele.