Never placed a value on a number, in terms of my age, before, but while preparing to turn 22 in a couple of days, I’ve been doing a bit of reflecting on how much I’ve changed within the year. Truth is, I’m a bit saddened that the “21” experience is coming to an end. I’ve made a great amount of progress, both mentally and emotionally, within the year, and I feel as if I could have made a bit more progress in that time, but time waits for no one, right? lol
21 has seen me become a more focused individual. That determination that I used to wish I had has begun to show itself. Goals I’ve set that the “old me” would have believed were unobtainable, have now be reached and surpassed. Along with what I’ve accomplished, has come a nagging desire to do more, push harder. Afterthoughts that once were “Psh, yeah right…” are more of an “I’m sure I can…” when it comes to what I want to do now. I don’t see many things as obstacles anymore, I see them as objectives, something to master and move upward and onward from.
With this new sense of motivation and courage, I’ve managed to pull myself out of depression. I’m learning to focus on potential, and not be so easily discouraged because results aren’t as instant as I’d like them to be. Of course there are days where I feel more like the person I was, but my growing annoyance with complacency won’t allow me to stay in that place long. It’s all so new to me, but I finding comfort in it all and eventually it will become second nature. This past year has been tough, but I’m glad it was.
You’ve been great, 21.
22, we’ve got work to do. :-)