Tuesday, October 16, 2018

Twenty-four.


Writing about my birthday always seems superfluous. My birthday falls in the middle of October, a couple months before the end of the year, and what can be said about what's happened since the last change in age that can't be wrapped up in an end-of-year reflection? But this year feels a little different, in a subtle but meaningful way. This year, I've turned 24 -- an ordinary, rather unspecial number, but one that marks the passage from a postgrad, early twentysomething to a bit more solidly independent mid-twentysomething. 

When I turned 22, I wrote an introspective post about turning a new age and the idea that everyone is constantly on a journey of discovering the depths of themselves. And I've seen it true in my own life -- when I wrote those paragraphs, I could not have imagined I'd be where I am now. Not in a career or geographic sense, as I'm doing what I was hoping I would do where I was hoping I would do it, but more the person I've become, the life I live privately and with others. I'd like to think most of the evolution was positive; at minimum I'm certainly more self-aware of my faults, which is the first step to fixing any problem. 

And so, as I embark on my mid-twentysomething years, which I know will all too soon lead into my late twenties and thirties and forties and so on with life's only predictability being it passes far more quickly than you can imagine, I hope that I take the time to treasure the places, the memories, the people, the responsibilities with which I've been so blessed, and continue to grow into the person I was created to be.

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