I have realised that age is not a number. It is a state of mind. It’s a decision that you make, over and over again. And you don’t always choose the same age. You don’t have to.
Some days I feel silly. I want to watch cartoons and drink hot chocolate and lie on the couch whining until my roommate cooks me dinner like my mother used to when I was 5.
Some days I feel like I’m back in high school. I’m 17 again and adolescent tunnel vision convinces me that the one small problem I am facing is the be all and end all of my entire life, and that gossip is fundamental.
Some days I feel older than my years. I’m working in a probation court and the experienced people that I work with tell me that I can have any job I set my sights on once I graduate because I am mature, eloquent, and intelligent.
And some days I just feel 21. Sitting at a bar with my best friend drinking a beer or two and catching up on the last couple weeks.
Age is not a number until you make that number define you or your relationships. I know 21 year olds that still act like children and I know 15 year olds that have grown up much too quickly.
I have grown more in the last two months than I did in the time between my 20th and my 21st birthdays. Years do not make your age; experiences make your age, lessons make your age. YOU choose your age. There is no right or wrong choice.
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