Spring is my favourite season and I wish it could be spring time all year long.
But spring means that my birthday is close. 18 days apart to be exact, but who's counting, right?!
(hint: me. every. single. year.)
And this year my birthday is extra special because I officially stop being a teenager and turn 20. If only I was happy about it!
Truth is, I am quite scared of being considered officially an adult – people don't take you seriously if you're not at least 20, let's be real.
I am so used of calling myself a "teen" that this number now scares me a little bit. I guess everyone is scared of growing up in some sort of way, and usually nobody's ready when it happens.
Can I avoid it, then? No.
So, what can I do?
To be fair I don't have an answer, I feel like I am almost 20 and I haven't accomplished anything at all. Not that I'd expected to become anyone in particular by now – but it'd be nice to say I am happy to have accomplished a certain amount of things before my twenties.
So yeah, this is more of a rumbling post where I tell you how I am scared of growing old and how I am pretending it won't happen in two week's time. And please, do note my Friends' reference in the title – I know, I know. It's brilliant of course.
I reached a point in my life where I am both scared and excited at the same time. And that's okay, because I am still trying to figure out how that's possible. But I am sure of one thing: I am proud of the choices I've made during the past decade or so, I know I wouldn't be the person I am today if it wasn't for those decisions – both the good and the bad ones.
So that's me. Almost 20 and scared to death, but still here and proud to be!
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