Now it's ten days until my 24th birthday and I barely have time to process that I'm going to officially be in my MID, and not EARLY twenties.
Does this call for some hard hitting, soul searching sort of wonder that I can always depend on my brain to do?
Or maybe I should just accept the fact that turning 24 is just another page that inevitably turns over in my life. I'm meant to graduate and leave the security of being in school, I'm meant to write up a whole bunch of people in the Portland area and BEG for jobs, blah blah blah. And I think I'm just meant to go from trying to control my intellect and my, let's face it, quasi-elitist view on life, and watch it make its own conclusions instead. Perhaps the epiphanies I have are just for me, and not for the rest of the world to watch. The beauty of thoughts, after all, is that they're the only thing in life that are truly yours.
My thoughts are telling me that 24 is inexplicably scary. They're also telling me that I can be ready to be 24. I've had plenty of role models that have passed this landmark before me (including my sister - she would be my favorite role model) with flying colors. And so will I.
So for now - my birthday is ten days away. Don't forget!!
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