Since turning 22 back in October, I’ve come to realise that it is not all that it shapes up to be. Looking back to when I was 18 I thought that turning 22 meant that I would older and more mature. I thought I would know exactly what I wanted to do with my life career wise and I would be ready to settle down with a partner. But as I edge close and closer to turning 23 I can’t help but realise how wrong I was.
Okay, so as a 22 year old living in my own rented property and working full time it might look like that I have my life together but I don’t. Under all those smoke and mirrors is a scared 22 year old who still does not know which direction they would like their life to go in. My job isn’t secure, in fact as it is a zero hours contract I could be jobless any day. And although my flat is quaint and homely to me, it’s not somewhere where I want to spend the next 10 years. I imagine myself in a house with a few bedrooms, a garden, a dining area. That is what I want.
“Where’d the days go, when all we did was play? And the stress that we were under wasn’t stress at all just a run and a jump into a harmless fall”
Things will go wrong, like your boiler leaking water and causing utter mayhem, or accidentally launching yourself down a flight of stairs and fracturing your ankle meaning that you have to miss work for x amount of weeks. Both of these things have happened to me recently, and I have had to deal with them both. The former meant that I was without proper hot water for a few days – and then after being fixed, the boiler will break down again causing you to be without water for a further 5 days. And well, the latter meant that I was a little bit on the poorer side. It meant that I had to be sensible, and manage my money like an adult would – and not a university student who just loves to blow their money (unfortunately I struggle to loose the student mindset). However, when things do go disastrous, I know I can still run to my mum for advice. And that is okay.
We are continuously learning as we grown into young adults, and we will always need guidance. But we want to seem like we are managing, and that we can cope with all that life throws at us but it doesn’t have to be like that.
I guess what I am trying to say is that when we are growing up we seem to wish our life away, at 5 wishing we were 10, at 10 wishing we were 18, at 18 wishing we were 21 and so on. But in reality we need to treasure our childhood, treasure our time growing up and make the most of every second because we don’t want to be hitting our 50’s and regretting not living because we were too busy wishing our life away.