I’m twenty-two years old. In my family, the number twenty-two has significance: it’s the year before your life changes forever. My mom, her sisters, and my grandma all have had something important happen at 23. My mom married at twenty-three. My grandmother had my mom at age twenty-three. Without exploiting the lives of anyone else in my family, every woman on my mom’s side of the family has had something momentous happen in her life at twenty three.
In other words, I’m fucked.
I first started reeeeally reflecting on the fact that I will be turning twenty-three this past summer, when I was wrote an evocative piece for a Teachers as Writers course I took over the summer. (This is the same course that inspired the starting of Ten Minute Musings.) With my reflections, both during the summer and in recent months, I realized that I’ve become an adult. I’ve done a lot of growing over the past four years. I’m over twenty one, a college graduate, an out lesbian to my family (minus some extended but close enough), still awkward, and only a few months away from graduating from grad school. In a few months, I will be thrown into the “real” adult world, and I will have to start acting like a legitimate adult.
Now, if you know me, you know this is an odd thing for me to say since I enjoy watching Wheel of Fortune, cooking, sewing, and basically being an old cat lady minus the cats. In five years, I will be almost 28 years old. I see myself settling down, potentially being a homeowner, having a pet dog, having a career in the education field, perhaps being married, and thinking of starting a family. Is this logical dreaming? Some of it is. Do I recognize that these dreams may not be a reality? Of course. One of the most important things I’ve learned this past year is that sometimes you realize that the hopes and dreams you once had may not always happen as you dream them. Yet, at the end of the day, it’s important to remember that you can still have the hopes and dreams you once wanted, just a little differently.
I’m ready to make twenty-three a different legacy for me– I want it to be the year I find true happiness. I’m ready to start living.
With this in mind, I’m happy to announce that I am embarking on a self-proclaimed journey over the next 23 days. #23til23 will be the chronicling of my life as I approach the Almighty Important Number of 23. Some posts will be funny, other posts will probably be whiny, and there’s guaranteed to be at least one snarky post. Regardless, these posts will chronicle me accomplishing *something* each day until I turn 23… because, if 23 really is destined to be a momentous year, I really want to start it off right.
So join me in this journey! Check back every day for a #23til23 post. Follow the #23til23 hashtag. Retweet me and share my posts like there’s no tomorrow because one of my New Year’s Resolutions was to live in the moment more and take chances I wouldn’t normally take…. which brings me to my next point. I want you sassy readers to suggest things for me to try to accomplish before I turn 23 on January 26th. Tweet me. Email me. Leave a comment on my blog, Facebook, or Google+. Tell me what you want to see me try to do, and, if I can manage it, I’ll try to accomplish it.
That’s all for now, folks. Thanks for joining me on this journey!