it’s funny, when i was younger i remember that all i wanted to do was be 21 years old.
i thought that by the time i was 21, my life would be complete and i would be living “the life.” perfect job, friends, house, life. then i turned 23…
now i am 23 years old. i just moved in with a roommate. i am single. working 2 jobs that make me want a glass of wine (or two) each day after i get home.
life is hard. growing up does NOT mean it will be easier. yes i have great friends, yes i love my family, but i am not where i want to be.
each day i wake up and try to find something good in each day that will make be happy. i know that one day i will have a career that i am passionate about and am proud of. till then… i will keep drinking my wine and doing stupid things with my friends. hey, at least i have great stories right?!
cheers to being 23.