Today, I turn 22. As I'm writing this, legally, I am 22 years old. I don't feel older; I feel like I did yesterday when I was 21. But then again, I don't think you totally feel older at any point in your life, much less when you're done growing. I suppose you start to feel "older" once every decade or so after you become an adult; more wrinkles, graying hair, aches and pains you didn't feel ten years ago, but this morning, I just feel like a 21 year old who isn't 21 anymore.
Later today, I'll be biologically 22. I was born in the afternoon, seven minutes before two. Maybe I'll feel it then. All I know is that today, I can shed off my 21-year-old skin and be a new woman if I want to. I can dye my hair pink and start a rock band. I could become even more of a hermit. The world is open to me at this moment and maybe I should spend some time today reevaluating who I am as opposed to who I want to be.
Or maybe I should just relax today and have some cake. Let the makeovers, should I want them, wait til tomorrow while I enjoy the fresh slate.
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