Today I turned twenty-one.
And if you didn't notice, today is also 12-12-12. I would say the date alone is the perfect excuse to get completely wasted since it is my 21st birthday and all, but I think I'll just sip on some Mormon cider instead.
Sadly, I'm approaching this birthday with a less than positive attitude. I happen to blog stalk a number of people. Mostly women that were married at the ripe age of eighteen and now have a little one before they even hit their twenties. I was going to be one of those girls. I planned on getting married right out of high school and my only goal at this point is to have my own little hooligans. At twenty-one, I'm feeling rather old in the Mormon timeline of getting hitched and repopulating the earth. And to add to that, I feel like I'm accomplishing nothing productive in the mean time. I'm not going to school, I'm not building a career, I'm not "finding myself" (whatever that means), I'm not traveling or doing anything remotely exciting. Rather, I'm getting by on a part-time job that barely pays the bills.
So I may or may not be a bit of a downer today. In all seriousness though, I know that this is what's best for me. I may not be able to understand why that is at the present moment, but I'm sure God has other plans in store for me. Hopefully I can figure those plans out sooner rather than later so I can stop wasting my precious time here on earth with tom foolery. Other than that little issue, I'm in rather a good mood. Today is going to be fantastic... once I stop my whining.
In other words, happy twenty-one years of life to me.
(And yes, I did eat ice cream cake for breakfast this morning. It's my birthday. I can do what I want.)