So turning 22 has been a, I don’t know, experience I guess. I mean its only been one day but I feel like I’ve changed. I didn’t really do anything and I wasn’t upset about that but I do feel like I’ve kind of entered the real world. I remember my English professor asking us one day what the difference is between living life and being in the real world. I remember saying that living life is more like being in a dream state where you still think you can do whatever and it doesn’t matter or effect you. Its like the last luscious haze of being young and childhood before you enter the real world. Sometimes your dreams die a little and it becomes more about being an adult and getting a check to support yourself. I feel like I’ve begun to leave life and enter the real world. I haven’t given up hope on my dreams but more like I’m ready to dive head first into them. I’m tired of making up excuses like I’m 22, some people are so far along and gone at 22 and I’m still where I was when I was 17. I have this feeling that I always thought about but could never execute. But here goes my spirit evolution. 22 isn’t a big birthday but it kind of is in a more mental sense. I’m feeling old really. I’m really growing up like 22 is no joke, its really real and scary. But there's this indescribable feeling of euphoria like you don’t know it will be ok but you want it to be ok and you think it will be ok but there's that gut feeling of unknown, that it could not be and that…that feels so delicious.