Reflecting on the past year with some assistance from T. Swizzle.
This is not me. I have not walked on any train tracks over the past year.
This is my last week of being 22.
Birthdays always seem to dawn on me somewhat unexpectedly, which is awkward seeing as they are an annual thing… the occurring-on-the-same-day-every-year kind of annual.
Anyway.
I have to start by saying that I was really honoured that a song was written just for me to coincide with my twenty second year of existence. #soblessed #thankstaylor #omgitsallaboutme
Taylor, where would I have been without your words to guide me through the past year? Where, Taylor? Where?!
I guess being on the cusp of 23 means that I’m definitely a twenty-something now – my ‘early twenties’ are slipping away. Brace yourself, the ‘early-mid twenties’ are coming… Yes, I talk to myself like I live in Westeros. Oh, Alex.
After nearly three whole years of being in my twenties, here’s my limited understanding of what being a twenty-something is about:
- Being either fairly or very broke.
- Being somewhat discontent with life as an adult (thanks for filling me with optimism, pop culture).
- Alcohol (consumption).
- One part youthful optimism to one part growing cynicism.
- Being a bit lost.
- Flitting back and forth between living in and out of your family home.
- Travel. As much travel as possible.
- Change – both as a person and in the paths that you choose.
- Self-doubt.
- Questions.
- Identity carving and creating.
- Doing stupid things that you can only really get away with in your twenties.
- Real adult relationships.
- Real adult problems.
- Relishing every moment before you have major life-long commitments (see: spouse, children).
- Desperately trying to get your shit together… and in the meantime, maintaining the facade that you do…
So, if that’s what being in your twenties is about, then I guess I’m giving it a fair crack… well, I’m attempting to give it a fair crack… which has to count for something, right?
In writing this post I’ve studied the lyrics of Taylor’s poptastic hit in closer detail. And I’m genuinely surprised to report back that I think she actually knows more about being 22 than I previously thought. That sounded mean and as though Taylor is an airhead with no life experience – which was not intended – I just feel that her life is quite different to mine, seeing as I didn’t win a Grammy when I was 22… Ahh and moving on.
Upon a tad more reflection on my part, to say that my experience of being 22 was of being “happy, free, confused and lonely at the same time” wouldn’t actually be too far off. Well, in the sense that it was a year of contrasting elements.
My year was…
Challenging
Successful
Crazy
Stressful
Fun
A struggle
Full of “face palm” moments
Rough
Uneventful
Quotidien
Exciting
Adventurous
Littered with unhealthy habits
It was filled with both yearning and contentment. It had some pretty terrible patches, paired with some pretty great moments, too. Despite it all, I find it comforting that I feel that I’m growing as a person and that I know myself better with every passing year. Hopefully I’m also becoming a better version of myself. This is debatable. My parents would argue that I am not. #thedisappointingchild
Honestly, I would’ve liked more out of my year; to be able to say that 22 was a BIG YEAR – a turning point (to who knows what), a time I could look back on and say that that was when something brilliant/awesome/life-changing began. However, it just felt like another year. And I have to say that that mentality scares me. I’m meant to be treasuring my twenties, not just letting them fly by flippantly.
Ugh. I think I’m doing my twenties wrong.
Well, that sentence was really poorly structured, Alex, so yes, I would agree with your sentiments.
See what I said about contrasts? The way I feel about something can change in the time it takes me to write a blog post.
Well, despite there being a fair chunk of change on my horizon, at least I feel much more peaceful than I did a year ago. My guess is that “the future” is going to be a significant theme in this coming year seeing as it’s my penultimate year at uni and I’m about to throw myself out into the big kid world. So, it’s also a year of preparation, exploring options, creating opportunities and deciphering dreams.
But did I?? Am I?? Thanks. Now I’m stressing myself out again. Just what I needed.
It’s miserable and magical
Oh yeahhhhh
Tonight’s the night when we forget about the heartbreaks
It’s time…
I don’t know about you but I’m feeling 22
Everything will be alright if you keep me next to you
You don’t know about me but I’ll bet you want to
Everything will be alright if we just keep dancing like we’re 22
It feels like one of those nights
We ditch the whole scene
It feels like one of those nights
We won’t be sleeping
It feels like one of those nights
You look like bad news, I gotta have you
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Now I just have to figure out what “dancing like we’re 22” looks like.
Wish me luck.
Alex x