The thought of turning 25 this year fills me with dread. A whole quarter of a century of life, halfway to 50 for goodness sake, and I feel like as each year goes by I’m achieving less and less. I don’t mean this post to come across negatively in any way – I am happy and healthy and am lucky to have what I have and lucky to have the ability to experience so many things, but I like to push myself. I really want to make 2019 a corker of a year, and I thought 25 before 25 would be a good way to start.