I am 21! In a few hours I will be 22. I don't know why, am feeling overtly emotional about this. I can't leave 21 behind. It meant so much to me. I feel I am transitioning from a vulnerable kidult to the unknown, unfamiliar age of 22. What it holds, I do not know.
I also feel, maybe, this is because of the great times I've had in 21, The work experience at The PRactice, time spent at Bangalore, staying alone in a PG, time spent with real tight friends, loooong night walks, my first trip with friends to Pondicherry, trying out for zillion jobs of all kinds..read journalism, advertising, content writing, public relations, airlines ground staff, business development executive...all kinds. I loved every it, every minute was thrilling, tantalizing at every step. It was a beautiful year indeed. New beginnings happened in the later phase.
On the flip side, I could be feeling so strongly about it, owing to things that were lacking. Maybe I feel I didn't do justice to my age of 21. Why? As I let myself quit a job where I couldve tried to pass through a very rough patch. The job hunt was rough on me. I was living on the edge all through. I let my fitness go, in the later phase, getting an inch increase on my tummy. Tshirts tighter, jeans turn snug fit. Deprived myself from buying new clothes for so many months, walking out like a slob. Messing with my hair so much.
With this new year in my life, a new year of my existence, I promise myself, that I will be positive, self-sufficient, hardworking and confident. I have to learn new things with an open mind, take better care of myself, so that at the end of the year, I dont regret this. Regret over things I did not do, regret over the unattainable.
Thanks conscience, for bringing this to my mind. I love you 21. In my hearts of hearts I'll always be 21.
