Twenty-Two

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Yesterday was my 22nd birthday.

Where did that come from?

I probably sound like my own mother here, but it feels like only yesterday that I was eating birthday cake with my hands, learning how to ride a bicycle, and kissing my parents good-bye on the first day of school.

My childhood is over.  I'm about to graduate college, and I've already celebrated the life-changing birthdays when I could finally drive, drink, and vote.  From here on out, I'm only getting older.

But I've learned a lot in my 22 years, and if my parents have taught me anything it's to work hard and go after what I want in life.  And you know what?  That time has come.  Ten years ago my life looked pretty predictable.  I would graduate high school and go to college.  I would learn to love and have my heart broken a time or two.  I would grow up and try new things and make mistakes.  Because that is what happens between the ages of 12 and 21.  Sure, there were some surprises along the way, but the path was always pretty clear.

Now I have no idea where I am going.  The next 10 years could take me anywhere.  I know that I am ready for the next adventure, ready to see where my 20's take me.  Maybe this birthday is more exciting than I thought; it's the beginning of the next chapter of my journey.

Come along for the ride.