Weirdly liberating for me so far in some ways. The thought of “oh man all this stuff I haven’t done by 25” was getting me down, but then I reached 25, wasn’t dead, and realised I could so stuff I wanted with less of that dumb self imposed pressure.
On the other hand, I think I’m sadder as a general rule but probably also more compassionate (internally more so admittedly than outwardly). Still a bit of a dickhead and still as ludicrously childish as ever for big chunks of the time.
Can’t act all hoity toity and enlightened when I know full well that I spent over and hour using a two monitor computer to draw an MS Paint replica of the first monitor on the second monitor within the last, say, two years