Alright, if I may so indulge, I suppose I can dream a little about a birthday wishlist, right?
I’ve been shunning the idea of turning a year older. 23 seems so… demanding. Of myself, of course.
Sure society has a large role in shaping our expectations and demands of ourselves, but I tend to take these a little further in setting my own goals and expectations. I love a challenge and often hold myself to the highest standards as a way of self-improvement and entertainment.
What it all comes down to is that the idea of turning 23 is a little terrifying. When I was younger, I thought I’d be more committed at this age – to a career, a solid path for the future, and on my way to marriage.
While none of these things have actually solidified at the mark of one week before my 23rd birthday, I feel more confident, comfortable with who I am, and happy than I have in any other year of my life. So, at the end of the day, I can’t say the other things really matter much at all. They’ll fall in place when the time comes. Placing them on a timeline with deadlines seems rushed, misguided and, for lack of better expressions, just plain silly.
I’d like to give three cheers to a new year. A week early, of course. I’m welcoming it now.
And, okay, having a birthday party and celebrating with friends and someone really special is a nice excuse to look forward to next Saturday. As for the birthday wish list — consider it a childish indulgence — I’ll never feel to old to want a few material things.
Pretty dress from my favorite, Anthropologie
Tickets to Skyfall
Perform with Taylor Swift
Get an amazing acting job
If any of these seem unrealistic, I’ll just state the obvious. A dream is a goal that doesn’t seem obtainable.
The only way you can grab a hold of it is if you do the unimaginable to get there.