Yesterday, I turned 21.
I am twenty-one, but I did not wake up feeling twenty-one. Are you supposed to feel your age? I do not feel any older, nor do I feel any younger for thinking about how many years I have before me. However, my sister reminded me that I am nineteen years from being forty, and I find that more strange than anything. It is odd to think of yourself from the standpoint of milestones.
Typically, forty is not a significant age to feel concern over, but fifty is. Forty is when you take steps to slow down, that time you look back and wonder where time has gone, that time you realize you are ten years away from being at the half-point, hypothetically speaking, of your lifetime. Fifty is when you actually slow down. So, forty is when you mentally, physically, and emotionally prepare for turning fifty. I am nineteen years from doing just that. Time is frightfully amazing. But, today, for right now, I am just twenty-one. Twenty-one and not feeling it.
I had lunch with a friend (not shown for privacy purposes) and my sister at some quaint cafe downtown for my birthday. The food was incredible (recommending the bacon hamburger), the setting was warm for a chilly day! Here are a few photos from the day, if you would like to see! My only regret is that I did not get a picture of the food:(.
A few grand things happened since I have been away. I finished the semester with all A’s, which gladdens me. However, it did not gladden me as much as I thought. I expected to achieve summa cum laude eligibility with my GPA, but I am now one-tenth of a point from achieving it. My GPA gained only one-tenth of a point this semester. That devastated me. I worked hard this semester, but I only halfway met my initial goal. So, what does that mean for me next semester? I try harder and pray for a miracle. My GPA currently sits at 3.89. I need a 3.9 GPA for summa cum laude honors. I am currently wondering if another semester of all A’s would change that. Again, I try and pray.
I also got a sassy new haircut. For the second time in my life, I have donated my hair to cancer patients. I have decided that it takes willpower to get a massive hair change. I chopped ten inches from my life, and I am actually a pound lighter, haha! For the second time in my post-toddler life, I got bangs. I feel like Velma without glasses. Or Edna Mode. Or Freddie Mercury in his shoulder-length hair and bangs days. Or Jim Carey from Dumb and Dumber, for a more outlandish comparison! I like it because I feel a bit more sassier! The only problem: I should have thought more about graduation in May. So, it will be a ton (!!!) of conditioner and prayers for extensive growth in the coming months.
Christmas is coming fast, and I realize winter break will be over before I know it. Next week, I have plans to revise my data. However, I would like to fit in a book over the break. I also need to find some willpower for that. I suppose it is time to isolate myself or take other drastic measures because I have found myself at a point where I cannot concentrate on reading. Furthermore, when I read, I become insanely tired and zone in and out of what I am reading. It is frustrating. I want to read something, but nothing can engage me long enough to do such. My mom blames the end of a stressful semester and the lack of a strenuous schedule. I blame me and my unfortunate brain.
This weekend entails a “bake-off” (Although, no competition to be had.) and a small Christmas gathering…the first of a few this Christmas season. Hope your weekend is full of cheer and chocolatey smells.