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Thursday, April 20, 2017

Feeling 22

I heard your twenties are filled with bills you can't pay, awkward hookups and existential crises twice a week. Spoiler alert: It's all true. Growing up is funny. When you're a 12 you want to be 22 and when you're 22 you want to be six watching "Toy Story" in your pajamas at 2 in the afternoon while chowing down on a grilled cheese. I think I have growing (up) pains.

But I also like getting a little too tipsy with my friends. I like catching eyes at bars and spending a meaningless night talking to strangers. I like to drown in work and feel useless if I'm not constantly doing something. I like being in my twenties. I've learned a lot about rejection, both professionally and socially and I'll only get to know rejection better as I grow up. I'm making it a brighter year regardless of what has happened in the past. It's been a crazy year. I'll make the same mistakes over and over again and say I've learned my lesson each time. When life seems to fall apart I'll do what I always do: smile, think positive and put my best foot forward. I'm not going to let anything or anyone get in my way.

I love being an adult. I love buying drinks my salary doesn't afford. My friends and I love pretending we're fancy enough to host a wine and cheese night when in reality we'd rather be watching Shrek and eating ice cream instead. Nine months after turning 21 I attempted to sneak into a bar and it was actually the dumbest thing I've ever done. I'm old but I'm still so young. I feel like I've done nothing and time is slipping away but I have all the time in the world. I'm waiting for life to start but I've been doing life for the past four years. I'm young. I'm so young. I'm 22 years old. I have so much time. But yet I'm trying to rush everything. I want a job after I graduate yet I just want to go home. I'm so impatient. Sometimes it feels too late and I know I'll never have some of these moments again. I've celebrated more 21st birthdays than I care to admit. I've made the same mistake more than once. But it's fine. I like celebrating 21st birthdays and making mistakes.

I love celebrating birthdays and I never used to. Any excuse I have to pop open a bottle of champagne sounds like an ideal night to me. I love being excessive to celebrate another year older and hopefully another year wiser. I'm happy, free, confused and lonely at the same time. I'm feeling 22.