Twentysomething

My life clock is now marking 21 years old. Not 20 anymore and still not 30. I have this sentiment, here within myself that I have aproximately 8 years to consolidate the things I began to do in the teens. Oficially not a teenager anymore, in many countries.

I have a list of things I must develop before I turn thirty and the dreams I now have to pursue. I feel kind of empty, but I also feel kind of full. As if I have lived a lot and still have a lot to live an learn. And basically that’s true.

Now for my aims: I shall become healthier — and get fit and lose weight. I need to quit my comfort zone and throw myself at different things. I need to quit smoking — I have less than ten years now. I need to get graduated and to learn how to cook.

I really need to save money and start travelling with my own means — instead of relying on my parents for that. I really need to learn how to cook healthily, because I know I’ll save a lot of money and weight.

I still feel like a child, loving my family to the most. I sometimes feel like an adult, working full time and having sex.

Anyway, that’s what being twentysomething is worth for. Happy birthday to me.