Turning 21

            Almost two weeks ago, I turned 21 years old. I had the best weekend ever celebrating it. Thursday the family and I had a good time at dinner, and of course plenty of laughs. Friday was more like a girl’s night in which some of us had a quick dinner, and Saturday was the day we really all celebrated at a local bar/club. I wouldn’t have spent it any other way. This was by far the best birthday I have ever had.

            As I think about it, I realize some things about Turning 21. I sit and think to myself about all that I’ve accomplished, and realize that I’m doing pretty well for myself. I’m in college, I have a job, I’m healthy, and I have made some pretty good decisions regarding things like relationships and deciding to wait before I start having sex, and other decisions in my life overall. I would say that I have a pretty good hold on myself and know what I want out of life even though I’m only 21. One thing about me, I plan for the future. Not down to every little detail, but the most important things like graduating college, starting my career, establishing a career, maybe I’ll get married, maybe I won’t. But whatever does happen I’ll be prepared for it, and hopefully will be able to handle it like I have been. Turning 21 has made me realize I’m the only one that basically has complete control over me, my life, and my decisions. I don’t necessarily have to run to mommy all the time to help me with things, or worry about her approval or disapproval. Not that I’ll do anything to disappoint her, but she understands that I’ll end up making my own mistakes that I’ll have to learn from, and of course she’ll be there if I need her. Being an official “grown woman”, is a little scary, I’ll admit it. I’m on my own now, and that’s a little scary but I’m ready to live and learn. After all, that’s what life is all about, right?