Today, I turn 22 years old. Wednesday is also the day I was born.
Every year I slowly get closer and closer to the age people always guess for me (usually off by 3 years), which is insane because I don’t even think I look that old. Some people even thought I was almost 30! My Persian genetics in the western world probably plays a part.
Anyways, I’m quite optimistic for this segment of my life. I know I always say that, since every year since 17 has been nothing but growth, but it’s true. I’m starting to see the compound effects of my decisions flourish.
In last years post I said I was gonna hold off on drinking ☝️🤓 “until a special occasion with a special someone”, but honestly having my first pint with my dad brought me joy more than anything else.
This year I tried a shit ton of new stuff, and I’ve broken the seal on keeping streaks for the sake of it. I’m not special. It’s fine to do things I was previously against without a solid ground to defend. I need to have skin in the game for the opinions I hold.
I’m definitely someone who thinks too much about stuff, but I’m starting to learn it’s good to take a step back and smell the roses. Ignorance truly is bliss.
(yes I know those aren’t roses)