I am now 22. The age where I’m no longer proud enough to post it in my “About Me” sections on social media. I have a lot of anxiety about aging and my youth and good looks fading. Apparently I’ve peaked and my physical beauty will start to drop exponentially every year from here on out (see a rebuttal here). Not to mention I’m 364 days away from the worst year of my life according to the internet (google it, there are dozens of articles on 23 being the worst year of your life because it’s a year of a lot of changes).
A friend in his 30s told me people have 4 or 5 mid-life crises through the course of their lives, and the first two are post high-school and post-college. I guess it’s pretty normal to be freaked out by the uncertainty of real adulthood. College is safe. I have a plan for the next few years. I have no plan after that.
I still have a lot of hope for the upcoming year and for my life. I’ve been making great progress spiritually and I’m excited for more. I’ve been putting my intention out into the universe and I know good things are coming. Sometimes the Force sends me small rumblings telling me the things I want are coming together, but more work is required on my part. Message received loud and clear; I have my academic plan together to achieve my five-year goals.
My birthday yesterday ended up being kind of a disaster but I think it will get better. I know it can and will. Happy 22nd to me!