Birthday doom approaches. I’m turning 25 on Weds. It’s the first birthday where I’ve actually paused and considered my age. I believe that there is a point in everyone’s life where they stop, realize that they aren’t a kid anymore, and it creates a solemn moment. I haven’t experienced mine.
It’s funny how you spend your entire childhood, looking up at the adults, seeing how big they are, how powerful, confident, and awesome they appear. You watch with envy as they stay up late, seemingly do as they please, and you say to yourself, “I wonder when that will be me?”.
Until this week, I’ve always felt that same feeling. No matter that I’m 6’ 2”, I still sometimes feel like that little kid when I compare myself to others, I still sometimes ask, “when will I look and feel like an adult?”.
This weekend I got to go on a little mini-vacation to Sequim and Port Angeles, towns where I spent a good part of my teen-years. It was an amazing, nostalgic trip, with plenty of sightseeing, stories, family visits, and even a quick swim in my favorite lake.
That night, when we walked in the room, a sudden realization hit me and I commented to my girlfriend… “You know, it just hit me, when I was 13, I was outside these rooms, doing the landscaping as one of my first real jobs, wishing I was in there… now, I’m 25, and I’m getting booked into my king-suite by the manager, a client of mine.”
I know… feels really self absorbed to write a blog post about myself on my birthday, but quite honestly, this is a new experience for me, and I feel that it’s probably something that others might be able to connect with.
I’d love to hear about your “I’m grown up” feeling or experience.
“You watch with envy as they stay up late, seemingly do as they please, and you say to yourself, “I wonder when that will be me?”. ”
Yeah and now I can stay up as late as I want and 99% of the time I’m in bed before 11 on weeknights wondering what’s so special about staying up late. Then getting up in the morning being thankful that I stopped staying up until 2am like I used to in college.
“Until this week, I’ve always felt that same feeling. No matter that I’m 6’ 2”, I still sometimes feel like that little kid when I compare myself to others, I still sometimes ask, “when will I look and feel like an adult?”. ”
I’m exactly the same way (and ironically the same height). I think other people know I think that way. I’m 22 and I have people treating me like I’m some stupid uneducated kid who knows nothing about the world or how it works. I can’t wait to have my moment when I actually feel like an adult. I’ll have to take off work so I don’t go off on my bosses.
Good things come to those who wait. It might take 12 years but still.
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