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My weekly post of something
Jan. 18th, 2012 03:29 pmToday is January 18th and it might not mean anything to you and it doesn't really mean anything to me...except for the fact that, in a month, it'll be February 18th, my 24th birthday. When I actually saw the date on the Yahoo! homepage and had time to process this, my follow-up thought was "Well, shit."
For the record, I don't think 24 is old. Transpose the numbers and THAT'S old. But 24 isn't old, even though it's one birthday away from being a quarter of a century. However, I don't want to turn 24 because 18-year-old Me thought by the time I was 24 I'd have my shit together. 24 was supposed to be that magical number where everything fell into place. I was supposed to be taken seriously; I was supposed to be an adult. And yet, I'm exactly in the same spot I was in a year ago, and it's my fault. I could've tried harder to get things done, to make things happen. I could've made my 18-year-old self proud instead of whining on the internet about how I'm almost 24 and look how mature I'm being about all this and it's so (not) OOOOOOOOOLD!
I'm going to try harder this year. I'm going to make things happen. Because in a year, when January 18th rolls around, I don't want my first thought to be "Well, shit. There goes another year." Because at a-quarter-of-a-century years old, I should have my shit together.
For the record, I don't think 24 is old. Transpose the numbers and THAT'S old. But 24 isn't old, even though it's one birthday away from being a quarter of a century. However, I don't want to turn 24 because 18-year-old Me thought by the time I was 24 I'd have my shit together. 24 was supposed to be that magical number where everything fell into place. I was supposed to be taken seriously; I was supposed to be an adult. And yet, I'm exactly in the same spot I was in a year ago, and it's my fault. I could've tried harder to get things done, to make things happen. I could've made my 18-year-old self proud instead of whining on the internet about how I'm almost 24 and look how mature I'm being about all this and it's so (not) OOOOOOOOOLD!
I'm going to try harder this year. I'm going to make things happen. Because in a year, when January 18th rolls around, I don't want my first thought to be "Well, shit. There goes another year." Because at a-quarter-of-a-century years old, I should have my shit together.
