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A few days ago I was reflecting that 21 doesn't seem that much different than 20, or even 18. I feel outstripped by freshmen regularly. I certainly don't feel like I've got a handle on everything, and I had sort of expected to by now, you know? 21 seems like . . . a handle-having age.
Then I was looking back at journal entries from 2007, my senior year of high school.
Oh God. If you ever need proof that you've matured and changed over time, look at old journal entries.
I suppose that's the important point. Today I'm 21, and I don't really have a handle on things -- but I'm closer than I was a few years ago, and in a few years I'll be closer yet.
I secretly think that no one ever really gets a handle on things, you just learn to fake it and stumble along, and then every so often you'll find that you do know what you're doing, in one sphere at least. And that's kind of scary as hell -- but it's kind of great, too.
Now then. An 8 AM class as a way to start off your 21st birthday kind of sucks, but needs must.
Then I was looking back at journal entries from 2007, my senior year of high school.
Oh God. If you ever need proof that you've matured and changed over time, look at old journal entries.
I suppose that's the important point. Today I'm 21, and I don't really have a handle on things -- but I'm closer than I was a few years ago, and in a few years I'll be closer yet.
I secretly think that no one ever really gets a handle on things, you just learn to fake it and stumble along, and then every so often you'll find that you do know what you're doing, in one sphere at least. And that's kind of scary as hell -- but it's kind of great, too.
Now then. An 8 AM class as a way to start off your 21st birthday kind of sucks, but needs must.