Day 1

I know that the first day of the next year of you life is technically your birthday, but I have never seen it that way. I have always been one to think of your birthday as a celebration for completing the last year of your life. Like, "Hey, you did it. You made it! CONGRATULATIONS!" While technically a year older, I'm still saying goodbye to the last. I need that one extra day to process everything that has happened. Now today is October 7th. The celebration is over, and now I am ready to start my 21st year.

Here's to being twenty-one. This is the first year where literally everything is up in the air. Where will I be living when I turn twenty-two? What will I be doing? Who will I be doing? Just kidding. Who will my friends be? How many baseball games have I been to? I don't have school anymore, so I am free to do whatever I want.

This would be the part where a lot of people put goals for the year. And, all I have to say is, this ear I want to be better. I'm not going to make a set plan or anything. I'm just going to live. I've spent so long following such a set plan thinking I was going to become better in the end. For the most part, the plans have worked. But now, it's up to me, and I am going to attack whatever may come my way head on. So my only plan is to better myself, and however that may happen, is however it happens. I'm going to come out of this even better than how Taylor Swift's 22 makes me feel. 

Here we go, twenty-one. I can't believe you're already here, because it seems like I've been wanting you for the past two years. It's Day 1 of of becoming who I want to be, so let's go have fun.