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FOR the past few months, aging has become a serious issue in my life.

It was almost time for my 25th birthday, and I was starting to feel anxious.

I was not sure what to expect, but then on my birthday a friend sent me a message asking me if turning 25 would be the beginning of my quarter life crisis or the end of it.

I never quite thought of it in that way. Since I was a kid I always looked forward to turning 25, only because I was looking forward to my crown birthday, not realising how I would actually feel when the day finally arrived.

However, I promised myself I would make the best of a bad situation (okay, I know it's not that bad, but put yourself in my shoes).

So I decided to plan a huge birthday bash, but I promised myself I would not let the number 25 interfere with my youth. After all, "you are only as old as you feel".

So I bought the items for my party, including a tiara, a set of fairy wings and a wand.

Yes, on the day of my party I was dressed like a fairy. The reasons are as follows:

? Firstly, I happen to love fairies;

? Secondly, as a kid I belonged to the Tinkerbell Club; and ? Lastly, for my 21st birthday my theme was... go figure... Fairyland.

There was a method to my madness.

Since my fondest memories as an under-25-year-old included fairies, I decided to go back to those days and make the proverb of being as old as you feel a reality.

And really it worked. However, I am sure people at my party thought I was a nutcase, but it did not bother me.

But trust me, as soon as the party was over and it was time for me to clean up the mess, the fantasy ended as well.

As I picked up the rubbish and empty bottles I told myself, "Tanya, embrace the fact that you are 25."

For me 25 is a scary age, but I have to admit I have accepted the fact that I am getting older. We all get older, but it does not mean I have to feel old.

Therefore my (late) new year's resolutions are to start dance classes again (I need to exercise regularly), start eating properly (this is the hardest part for me) and, of course, sleep at least eight hours per night.

After all, I don't want to end up like Bridget Jones; 32 years old, smoking ten cigarettes a day, constantly reading self-help books, yoyo dieting, embarrassing myself at every opportunity and drowning my sorrows with a bottle of vodka.

As much as I love Bridget Jones, with all due respect to her, I never want to become her.

Living a good, healthy life, with the mindset to go with it, is the secret to youth. And never forget: age is nothing but a number.

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