Saturday, March 22, 2014
This past week was Spring Break which was mostly spent watching obscene amounts of Netflix and thinking. Way too much thinking.
Most of the thinking came up with questions I had no idea the answers too, but I there was one question, that with a little bit of exploring, I came to find the answer to.
I turn twenty one in two hours.
The only things that really change are that I can now legally drink and that I can have a horizontal driver’s license. Nothing too major, but that drinking bit? Yeah, that used to be a big deal to me, but after all that thinking I’ve come to realize what exactly I was excited about.
The choice to make a decision for myself.
The ability to legally drink.
Now that I have the choice, I don’t really want to drink. It just doesn’t really interest me. It’s not that I have a problem with drinking or with people who drink, but I don’t think it’s something that’s for me.
It’s just nice getting to a point in life where it’s like someone says “Okay, you have enough experience to make this important decision by yourself. Have at it!”
And maybe that’s what being an adult is;
Having all these opportunities available to you, but needing to make the right decision, the adult decision, of what’s best for you. Of what you can identify with and maybe of what helps define you.
Maybe part of this whole ‘growing-up’ thing’ is realizing that the decisions made hold importance; even the little ones. Maybe in the end it’s less about the actual opportunities that come with adulthood and more about the decisions. The decisions that seemed impossible to make, but by being ‘adult’ enough you somehow ended up making them. I think maybe that’s where the true journey lies, in the decisions and what those decisions will lead you to in the end.
Hello twenty one.
Posted by Katie (The Literary Files) at Saturday, March 22, 2014