My Birthday Gift to Me
Birthdays are funny things. In a few hours from when I’m typing this, I will officially be 24.
Just because the calendar says I’m 24 doesn’t mean I feel it though. Some days I do–some days I feel much older than that, as though the sheer magnitude of what I’m thinking about and dealing with has certainly added years to my calendar. Other days, I feel as though I have so much to learn, so much to experience, that I must certainly be years younger. But everyone gets the same number of days by the time they reach 24, we just spend them differently.
Lately I’ve been realizing how little I have figured out. It seems so foolish of me, but the truth is that I thought very little about what life after college would look like. In school I could see…
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