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In five days I’ll be 21.
Normally, I don’t usually look forward to my birthday too much. Heck, there have been years where I’ve been so busy that I’ve practically forgotten it altogether.
This year, however, I don’t think I’ll be forgetting it. Not because I plan on going crazy or because it’s my 21st, but because it’s made me think. It’s strange to know that I’ll finally be joining the ranks of the “20-somethings.” I won’t be just 20 I’ll be twenty-one. A twenty-something. Weird.
I’ve found myself thinking a lot this week about what turning 21 means to me. In the general sense it means I’ll be an official adult. Sure, turning 18 makes you legal, but I feel as though 21 is really when you have to start taking this growing up thing a tad more seriously.
Personally, though, it means so much more than that. It makes me want to go out and do something with my life. I feel as though this is the year where I should really start thinking about where I want to go and what I want to be and take some serious steps to getting there. Having so many friends that are older than me I’ve had a chance to watch and observe and I have to say that the twenty-something age group is probably the most confused group of people that I’ve ever seen.
Now that I will soon be one I am determined to spend the time that I have now figuring out ways to avoid the post-college, pre-career slump. I don’t want to graduate and then move back home, or graduate and then spend the next year and a half dreaming of all the things that I could be doing. I want to be equipped and ready to go out and start getting some real experience. Or go to grad school. Or join the Peace Corps.
Who am I kidding? Do you see the irony in this? I’m just as confused as everyone else! What does turning 21 mean to me? It means that there’s an excuse to hang out with friends & family and a definite excuse to eat a second helping of desert on March 19th!
Normally, I don’t usually look forward to my birthday too much. Heck, there have been years where I’ve been so busy that I’ve practically forgotten it altogether.
This year, however, I don’t think I’ll be forgetting it. Not because I plan on going crazy or because it’s my 21st, but because it’s made me think. It’s strange to know that I’ll finally be joining the ranks of the “20-somethings.” I won’t be just 20 I’ll be twenty-one. A twenty-something. Weird.
I’ve found myself thinking a lot this week about what turning 21 means to me. In the general sense it means I’ll be an official adult. Sure, turning 18 makes you legal, but I feel as though 21 is really when you have to start taking this growing up thing a tad more seriously.
Personally, though, it means so much more than that. It makes me want to go out and do something with my life. I feel as though this is the year where I should really start thinking about where I want to go and what I want to be and take some serious steps to getting there. Having so many friends that are older than me I’ve had a chance to watch and observe and I have to say that the twenty-something age group is probably the most confused group of people that I’ve ever seen.
Now that I will soon be one I am determined to spend the time that I have now figuring out ways to avoid the post-college, pre-career slump. I don’t want to graduate and then move back home, or graduate and then spend the next year and a half dreaming of all the things that I could be doing. I want to be equipped and ready to go out and start getting some real experience. Or go to grad school. Or join the Peace Corps.
Who am I kidding? Do you see the irony in this? I’m just as confused as everyone else! What does turning 21 mean to me? It means that there’s an excuse to hang out with friends & family and a definite excuse to eat a second helping of desert on March 19th!