There is a lot of nostalgia happening right now as has been happening all week really. It's midnight and I just turned a year older. I'm probably making 20 out to be a bigger deal than it really is. I mean age is just a number right? In reality, time is still ticking. I'm older now than I was ten minutes ago. In a year I'll be 21. In 10 years I'll have a third decade under my belt.
The thing about time is that it is constant for all of us. We all get seven years of teendom if we are so lucky. We each have 24 hours in a day, no more, no less than our neighbor. We all have the opportunity to wake up and live each day as if it were our last. No one is guaranteed another year, another birthday. I'm grateful to be sitting here in this very moment, drinking in my first few breaths of 20 years old.
So that's why I, Anna Elizabeth, perched here on my childhood twin bed, type-type-typing away at my musical keyboard at the crux of a new age, vow to live each day forward in the present state of mind. I'm not sad anymore about the end of my teen years because it's not so much an end as it is a new beginning. 20 is going to be a decade of new adventures to have, new places to visit, new memories to be made, new things to learn. 20 is going to be wild and sophisticated and independent and happy happy happy. But enough about what was and what will be. All I know right now in this present moment is that 20 is now officially a part of my elements of personal style.