surfer girl goes global

I don’t know if I’m ready for it, but I do feel like I’m done with twenty three. Twenty Four though just seems too old for me. Twenty four is almost twenty five – a quarter of a century. Everybody I know is shacking up, getting a ‘real job,’ bringing on responsibility in one form or another.

I still feel like a kid.

A kid who’s just running around trying to have fun while everyone else is trying to grow up.

I feel like I mostly understand life, I get it, it’s life – whatever. I’m not satisfied though, not lately, and I don’t know what I want or where I’m going or what I’m doing. I’m not saying that I think I should know this by now, but it can be frustrating not to have a plan. Most people have some kind of plan by twenty four, I have the beginnings of a mutual fund and a friend’s wedding in Australia next november – and a strong desire to surf. That’s all I’ve got.

I don’t really have skills and I feel like I missed out on doing a lot of things in the past. I feel like there’s more that I should be doing, that I’m ready for more but I don’t know what More is. Where it is. I want to be too many things, things that are conflicting, I want to be things that are opposite of each other.

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Twenty Three rocked – but Twenty Four? It’s gonna be epic. Somehow.