I know 22 is a hard year to follow. 22 included graduating from college, getting my first real job, doing a lot of traveling and meeting a lot of people and going on grad school interviews and finally making it to California. I went to New York, to Texas, to Canada. 22 even included getting accepted to... well, to every grad school I applied to, and doing it on my terms, and then choosing a grad school and making some pretty big decisions. 22 included my first scientific publication, in a pretty damn good journal, and defending my thesis and speaking at graduation. Hell, my last day of being 22, I got to fly a helicopter. I mean, let's talk about going out with a bang.
So, I know. 22 is really hard to follow. I'm sorry about that. And 24 is going to be huge too. At 24 I'm going to move to California and start grad school, and even if those were the only two things that happened at that age, it'd still be a gigantic year.
You're kind of stuck in the middle, 23. We're almost five months in now, and mostly you've just been confusing. Really confusing. And at times you kind of hurt.
I'm not giving up on you. Absolutely not. But I can't help but hear this on repeat in my head for the past month or four.
What's my age again?
Love and good vibes,