I got back from Easter break last night and immediately began decorating my room for my roommate's 21st birthday tomorrow. As I strung up "Happy 21st Birthday, Kylie" across our door, I couldn't help but think about how weird it is that she's 18 months younger than I am -- how is it that age 21 seems young? As I was home for the weekend, I talked with my friends who are all trying to figure out what they're doing with the rest of their lives (a task that I don't think anyone, at any age, should have to figure out). Never have I been more glad for my gap year, allowing me to be essentially 24 by the time I finish my undergraduate degree.
Seeing as how 24 seems incredibly old, here's my thought process today of how I tried to determine if I'm more kid or more grown up.
More grown up: I thought Kylie turning 21 seems incredibly young, considering (as of April 1), I'm 22.5
More childish: the half year is still important to me
More grown up: I was extremely excited to wake up this morning and give my room a much-needed cleaning. I was so excited, in fact, that I went and bought a vacuum cleaner. Voluntarily. With my own money.
More childish: I exclaimed "it's so pretty!" to myself when I opened it up and realized parts of it are bright blue. Also I don't remember the last time I vacuumed our room
More grown-up: the best part of my Easter break was taking a bath with lavender essential oils
More childish: I watched Friends in the bathtub. With my water bottle.
More grown up: I stayed in on Saturday night because I had to wake up at 5am to open the store, even though I had plans to go to the pub with friends
More childish: I wore my hair in braided pigtails all day yesterday
More grown up: I've spent a fair amount of time this morning thinking about my yoga class this evening, and how strange it is that I'm 22 and completed a 200-hour training in something so important to me. And that I'm a lot more interested in the mind-body, somatic, spiritual experience than the sexier aspects of yoga or accomplishing really challenging, cool looking-poses.
More childish: My current plan is to use the same class I taught last week and tweak it in the 45 minutes between my dance rehearsal and teaching this evening. I could have spent the morning working on it, but instead it's almost time for rehearsal and I'm writing this blog. In my pajamas. Which should have been done yesterday.
The verdict? I guess that's up to you to decide... what's a grown up, anyway?