I don’t know about you, but I’m feelin’ 22 and it feels a hella bit different than Taylor Swift described it.
If you didn’t watch the video that I so conveniently provided for you, basically she notes how fun and carefree being 22 is. It’s a perfect time to party! Wear sparkly clothes! Go swimming! Dress like hipsters. (Period because hipsters don’t do exclamation points.) And SO.MUCH.MORE!!!
My perspective is a bit different. While I’ve loved being 22 so far, it is much more stressful than our girl Swifty would like you to know. For one, it’s the age most of us are when we graduate college. “That’s great,” you say, “No more school!” True, but for the majority of us that don’t get our “dream job” or even an entry-level position that can be worked into our “dream job” right after graduation, it feels like we’ve failed. It also feels like the time that we have to make a lot of hard decisions about where we want to go next, while also being a time that we have steadily increasing debt with rapidly decreasing bank accounts. (Granted, I probably should’ve made fewer trips to Moe’s…but a gal needs her comfort food in times of uncertainty!) Finally, it feels like a time that we need to truly become adults though we might not be ready.
We’ve never had this much freedom to do whatever we want and to make some big decisions, and it’s scary. We’ve always had another year of school to look forward to, to put off the inevitable “real world” of 9-5’s, cubicles, and ugly business attire. But we’re told 22 is the time to hop in, full force, and I just seem to be flailing around.
I’m discovering, however, that it’s ok to not know exactly what is going to happen next, just as long as I keep looking forward. I’m trying to learn to embrace change (I won’t say with open arms though, because we all know I’m not a hugger.) So I guess, in a way, Taylor is right. (UGHHHHHHHHH.) Twenty-two is a time to do what we want to do and work on becoming who we want to be without being so damn stressed out. It’s not going to happen overnight for most of us, and that’s ok.
Mostly though, 22 just feels like a time that everyone who’s anyone is getting engaged, my air conditioning is broken, and I watch a lot of MTV’s “Girl Code.”