Yesterday I turned 23.
Which means just one thing... I have 12 months left to become a real person...
I'm 23, I can deal with 23, 23 doesn't sound that different to being 22. In fact I can't think of one significant difference between the two ages other than, of course, Taylor Swift has a song about one and not the other.
I'm 23, I can deal with 23, 23 doesn't sound that different to being 22. In fact I can't think of one significant difference between the two ages other than, of course, Taylor Swift has a song about one and not the other.
24 though. 24 sounds like a real persons age. By which I mean some one who has a sensible job, rent, bills to pay, people who rely on them, a strong idea of who they are and where they are going. This has freaked me out a little, thrown my 'zen' about the whole Quarter Life Crisis debacle way out the window. But at the same time... 12 months is, and correct me if i'm wrong on this one... It's a WHOLE YEAR.
And my god you can get a whole lot of shit together in a whole year.
So, for my sanity, I have decided that September is going to be a month of life administration. Summer has been amazing and I am already more than a little nostalgic for the longer nights, but at the same time, all that sun did get in the way of the more menial tasks.
Menial tasks, tend to be the grown up ones.
Things like, sorting out your finances, filling in your tax returns, buying a diary, even just doing your washing. These things give me a sense of achievement. Not the big euphoric sense of achievement that performing does, but a down to earth, I'm going to be OK sense of achievement.
The kind of achievement that reassures your parents.
Today I finally got round to sorting out a phone contract. A contract in my name. A bill I will have to pay every month.
Ironically, I'm not exactly in a financial position to be making a commitment in monetary terms, however, when it comes to money if I KNOW I have to save so much or pay something, I will. I've always bin pretty pleased with myself on that front.
So today, I made a commitment to fulfilling at least one grown up task each month, who knows, this time next year I may even have stopped moaning about having a quarter life crisis.
God knows what I will blog about then.
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