I don’t know about you, but I cry a lot. I tear up at the weirdest, most shallow things in the world, and some people get weirded out. Sometimes, I even cry at the most random moments and events.
Aging is a privilege. With aging comes experience and wisdom, not to mention senior citizen’s discounts. But with aging also comes the onset of aches, pains and age-related conditions.
A few weeks ago, I turned 27 years old. (Okay, a long overdue post.) I should be proud of that, sure. Not everyone in the world reaches that age, and yes, I am not old… yet. And so, because I have written several similar listicles for Thought Catalog, here’s another one in honor of myself …
Five years ago, I didn’t know what to do with my life. I did not know what I wanted.