I recently turned twenty-three, something that’s both terrifying and exciting.
I’m not sure exactly what it is about twenty-three but it seems like a much more mature age than twenty-two. Perhaps it’s because typically twenty-three-year-olds are out of college and grow up a little bit. Maybe it’s because we’re past the age of Taylor Swift songs. Who knows? Either way, I thought I would do a little recap of my year being a twenty-two year old.
For starters, I just want to say that I had the best birthday of my life, so far. I was in Australia partying it up with friends from my hostel, celebrating Anzac day along with my birthday. I also had a first kiss with this guy I’d been crushing on since I met him so big bonus there!
The rest of the year was sheer joy. I was living in a flat right on Bondi Beach in Sydney, had a great job, made a lot of amazing friends, went on a road trip outside of Darwin to the national parks for a week, went on another road trip from Sydney to Perth with a guy I only met a week beforehand, I got sick for months but still felt grateful for every single moment, laughed a lot, cried a lot, and finally had the sense that I was, in fact, a woman. How did that happen?
Overall, twenty-two was a year of so much growth and change. I turned into the confident woman that I’ve always wanted to be. I learned a lot about how strong I am, I let go of some of the struggles holding me back, I became open to love and pain, and learned to live in the moment.
I vowed to follow my heart, to always do what is right, and to just do the best that I can in every aspect of life. What more can you do?
I would say, without a doubt, that twenty-two was the best year of my life. So far, of course. Twenty-three is still very young and I cannot wait to see what this next year has in store for me. I may not be in Australia anymore and I may not be traveling the world but I’ve got a set of all new adventure just waiting to be tackled.
Cheers to another year!