In a little under 2 hours, I’ll be 21 years old.
I used to think how monumental this moment would be.
Instead of being excited for the bars, the drinks, and the crazy nights of fun, I feel a sense of responsibility and maturity.
I think I’m officially growing up, not just by the number of my years, but through life experiences.
I know who and what I want to be.
I had to lose myself completely to figure it out, I guess.
A year ago today, I was a mess.
No, seriously. A grand mess I was.
Isn’t that just like me, though?
I can never do anything the right way, I always have to do it MY way, even if that means taking many detours and wrong turns to get to the right place.
So… Where am I?
I’m an anxious, fear driven, tongue- tied, narcoleptic woman of 21 years with ADD and a wish to start new.
And I love every piece of me.
Of the things I am capable!
Oh the places to which I have dragged myself,
and yet here I lay, in the same room I’ve called my own for almost 21 years,
and I’m ready to live.
Does that mean tomorrow I’ll forget my past, my fears, my anxiety, and newly acquired social-awkwardness?
No, probably not.
But hey, in this moment, I’m looking at life with a positive attitude and saying,
“Hey. I’m 21 years old, and I’m not simply excited because now I can legally get drunk. I’m excited because I’m coming for you, life, and my arms are wide open.”
So, life, you can either let this happen, or make it really awkward, but tomorrow on my 21st birthday, I’m coming at you with a big hug and a passion to live, love, and accomplish great things.
Ready or not, here I come.