It’s been a little over a month since I turned 24. Twenty four was the first birthday that, yes, I did actually feel older. It was the first birthday that I realized birthdays weren’t really that exciting or perfect or all about me.
When I turned 24 I felt like an adult for real this time. Twenty three felt adulty, but not like this. I suddenly felt very urgent to get on with my life and stop waiting around for things to happen for me. I dyed my hair, started wearing eyeliner again, followed a bunch of designy Twitter accounts, and started psyching myself up to start this blog.
Also, I’m pretty sure I have a gray hair now, which has affected me more than I thought it would. I saw it and thought, “there’s no going back now,” as in, to youth. What a bummer. But hopefully I have lots of years ahead of me that will be 100% more productive than my first 23.