Day 1 / 365 of my 23rd year.
Just a day older than I was yesterday. I only have to remember that I've collected enough days to not have to call myself 22 anymore.
It amazes me that I've been around that long. Many laughs, tears, hugs, moments, memories and a lot of growing up all fit into 8,395 +1 days.
All that influence to make up, me, an adult-ish person, sitting at this coffee shop, holding a pen and writing in his journal. Curious and introspective, trying to make sense of what it means to be a little older while knowing that it still feels tough to be a kid.
It's so exciting! 22 year old me could have never predicted how this next year would turn out. Ups, downs, turn arounds. That's life. That's learning. That's growing up and I have a lot more to do.
I used to think birthdays and getting older meant feeling older too. Like I'd be different and know something else because my cake had an extra candle on it. That hasn't been the case for me, at least not yet, and I'm pretty sure it'll never be. Sure there are some moments that I can point out as significant, but it's all the time between the birthdays where new days become new experiences.
Growing up is continuous. I'll never stop and I probably won't know it, but some day I'll be a little older and a little wiser with a lot of special memories to look back on. So far, I'm looking forward to 23.
Dogtown Coffee / Santa Monica, CA