But I’m Only 23


Isn’t it funny how one minute, I feel like my life is lagging behind where I want to be, and then the next I’m all like “I don’t know! I don’t want to decide now!”

Some things have been brought up in my life recently that make me think about where I see myself in 10, 15, 20 years. Questions about where to live, what to do, kids or no kids. Don’t I get some freedom, some leeway to say “I don’t know yet”? Why does life make you choose things now based on your narrow experience and contorted view of the world tomorrow? Does it all just work out like it’s supposed to, or is it possible to look back and regret it all?

The truth is, I’m afraid of permanence. Not commitment. Permanence. I’m the type of person who likes to drive to parties. Always have a way home. I’m independent, and although I do trust a select few, I don’t want to literally feel dependent on them. I want to create my own success, yet have someone to share successes with. I will gladly get lost in the woods, have an adventure, if you give me a map or compass. Always have an out. Control what you can. I may not always have the best ideas or way, but at least I don’t feel helpless.

Thoughts at 3am on a Wednesday.

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One response to “But I’m Only 23

  1. Girl, I understand. I’m 26 now, and I still feel the same way. It’s gotten better from 3 years ago (a lot can change in a little time), but I still fear falling into a routine/rut without the flexibility to change my mind. You don’t have to know what you want at 23. You are still finding yourself and developing, don’t let what others do or the outside word make you feel forced to decide now. There is always a way to change your path.

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