I often wondered what it would feel like to reach the age of 20. I remember back then I used to imagine what it was like being an “adult”. I wondered if by that time I would become the woman I’ll aspire to be. The kind of woman who would have had all her shit together.
I really am a dreamer even back then.
I’m now 20 and the closest that I’ve been to being that woman was my ability to hold my alcohol. Looking at myself now I don’t know if 10 year old me would be proud. I mean, sure my drinking would be so cool to mini me and the fact that I can drive now and even be confident about myself at times.
But honestly? I’m not so proud of myself.