I conceptualize my years differently to most people (or at least different to 364 out of 365 people), as my birthday falls on the first day of each year, January 1st, New Years Day. So each year, really is a new me, it's a new age. So each time when the clock strikes 12, I not only get to scream "Happy New Year", I age one year. Though coming up, 17 sounds old and scary. Somehow, 17 sounds scarier than 18. Like am I supposed to have my life together at this point? Who the heck knows!
I wonder if anyone remembers this age when their older. Do you ever look back on your teenager years, or does it really just get left in the past?
Ikr. Time just seems to slip through my fingers. Also it's so cool you're birthday is on January 1st!
ReplyDeleteAnybody who expects you to have your life together at 17 or 18 is lying to you and to themselves! I'll be 36(!) this year and I can't say I understand much more about this thing called life as I did when I was your age. So don't sweat it!
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