“How old are you auntie?” on so many occasions my older niece has asked me this question. I would always laugh it off and ask ” how old do you think I am?” she would always say ” you’re 30 I think”. Well I’m 22 and It doesn’t bother me that she thinks I’m 30 because she’s young and age to her is really just a number right now. But, she’s got me thinking, I am getting older!
When I say I’m getting older I don’t mean glancing at myself in the mirror and noticing the eye bags and wrinkles and that I look older than I feel. The problem I have with aging is: I feel at 22 I haven’t accomplished my goals, my life is not where I want it to be and if you asked me 3 years back I would have a different story for you.
I’m gonna say it: I want time to come to a standstill, just until I achieve my goals or at least until I feel like an average 22 year old. I would love if certain people would stop calling me ma’am, seriously not that old!!
What I love about aging though is: Even with under eye bags I sometimes get mistaken for an 18 year old (not really), I feel great in my body, I love that I take life seriously (even with a few setbacks), I’m better at prioritising and “I’m learning” about love, control and life itself. Its amazing.
Life is a roller-coaster. Sometimes you are lost, stuck or heartbroken, but things change and its those things that make life interesting and make us who we are. I’ve been an innocent little girl; a tantrum throwing teenager; a never been in relationship person; a crazy sarcastic friend; an anxious miserable twenty-something writing this post. Whatever lies ahead, I’m ready!
How old are you? Do you feel your age?
As I end this post I’m still not looking forward to my 23rd.