I turned 18!
I was afraid.
18 doesn't only mean growing up to the age where you get to ride your favorite roller coaster in an amusement park, but it's a synonym for responsibilities, expectations and rawness of reality. You wouldn't be considered a kid who can keep repeating mistakes or breaking rules. Just like everything has a price, so does the freedom. And it's a lot more than we could ever anticipate.
The price is to be yourself. Solely.
I might have been a little unprepared but realizing how life catches all of us, off the guard, it didn’t seem hard anymore. Looking back, I can clearly see how things dramatically changed over past eighteen years. My transformations, friendships, completions of plans and failures. Everything left a mark, forever, in the small span of time, for me to learn from them all over again. To be honest, I think I have more power of decision-making, a deeper sense of responsibility and vision of doing the right thing than I used to. Of course, it didn’t happen overnight, or before the eve of my birthday. It happened gradually. The eighteenth is just like a first step into a wide staircase of the real world, where I actually get to use all these tactics.
I consider it’s the time to actually start investing time and energy into the foreseeable future which is getting near (i.e. university, professional life).
Keeping the realistic stuff aside, I think it’s really fun to be 18. The lovely wishes and presents I got from family and friends were so heartwarming. I have an adventure planned ahead and everything else is going well. Dear life, I see what you did there.
So wish me luck as I go ahead, with a lot of plans in my notebook and dreams sparking in my head, stepping up the game of creativity and my small biz ventures. I hope all the good things await!!!!