Musings of a 21-year-old

That’s right, I made it to 21 without any unwanted pregnancies, flunking out of school, or giving up on everything and becoming a full-time dog walker (though let’s be honest, the latter is something I’d be very happy to do).

21 has always been a big milestone for me. It seems the big ones in my mind were always the ones that are featured a lot on TV or have a lot of meaning attached to them, such as Sweet Sixteen in America. I thought when I reached 18, the legal drinking age in the UK, that would be the moment I became a ‘proper adult’. When I turned 18, I realised that was a load of bollocks and looked forward to not being a teenager anymore, whilst at the same time being absolutely terrified that I wouldn’t be a teen anymore.

So 21 was the age I had in my mind. Me turning 21 would mean that I would have finished university. Turning 21 would (hopefully) mean that I knew what I wanted to do with my life. 21 was going to be the new me, the adult me, the improved me, the me that has her shit together and goals written down on a checklist that I would tick off each day.

Well, in all honesty past-me and readers of this blog, 21 pretty much feels like 20. That’s the problem with birthdays; you big them up so much, have a countdown until the day whilst your excitement grows and grows like some great fire, only to be snuffed out on the anti-climatic day when you look in the mirror and think: I look no different than yesterday. Because your birthday is not the day that everything clicks into place. It is not the day where you feel like an adult or the day that your goals are all met or that you feel so much older than you did the year before. Those things happen in the in-between. I didn’t get more confident when I hit 20; it happened somewhere between my milestones of 18 and 20 without realising. I didn’t figure out what I wanted from life as soon as I turned 21, and I doubt I’ll fully know what I want from life if I just muse about it to a computer screen.

Birthdays in general make me muse more than often, and I wonder if it’s due to the fact that, as the years go on, events like birthdays, easter, christmas and other celebrations slowly start to lose their magic. All through childhood I wouldn’t be able to sleep the night before Christmas, or my birthday, imagining all the fantastic and wonderful things that were a few mere hours away. The next year is exciting and filled with the unknown, which only made it more exciting. Yes, the next year is still filled with the unknown, but it’s about as exciting as it is terrifying.

Still, I’ve made it this far – which in retrospect, isn’t even that far at all – so I might as well keep going and hope that, along the way, I live my life the way I want to. You’ll hear about, regardless.


A Few Short Musings

Nothing important here I’m afraid, but just a few short musings and discoveries – even a gif or two if you’re lucky (if you can’t tell by my last few posts, I’ve only just discovered how to insert gifs – aka magical moving pictures – into my blog).

Musing number one: It’s International Women’s Day today and although I’m all for equality, it makes me wonder how much we’ve really changed if we actually need a day dedicated to celebrating a gender. Oh well, it does shed some light on some facts. For example did you know that 1% of tiled land in the world in owned by women? Then again, did you also know that there are currently 17 countries with women as head of government, head of state, or both which, according to the UN, has more than doubled since 2005? (Facts courtesy of the Independent and the Guardian)

Musing number two: I just watched my advert and I think everyone needs to watch it. No questions asked. Watch this.

Musing number three: I want to be one of those people who in the future one day is referenced to as having this life altering quote. Like how you see all those pictures of Marilyn Monroe with inspiration quotes (most of which I don’t think she said) but still, that would be pretty cool. Something like: no matter who you are or how you feel, a dog will still love you.

Puppy Reacts to Girl’s Crying

Musing number four: Now that I think about it, these really aren’t musings. This is just a bunch of things that don’t fit into any blog post on their own as their just things that go through my brain. Huh. And now I feel like I’m wasting your time – well, the time of the lovely people who follow me anyway. (Hi, people)

Musing number five: This post is really going downhill.

Musing number six: I’d better stop now. Bye!