I kind of resented that Taylor Swift's song "22" hit iTunes a few months after I turned 23, but I downloaded it and listened to it on repeat anyway.
Partially because — hello — that song is pop gold.
And partially because, if feeling 22 means feeling "happy, free, confused, and lonely at the same time," then I still felt 22 at 23.
I still feel 22 at 24, actually.
I'm just now doing the post-grad thing. Grad school delayed but did not prevent it. The floundering feeling that first hit my college friends two years ago is hitting me now as I apply for jobs and try to figure out where my life is headed.
It's funny how some days I wake up and feel as if I've got every opportunity in the world at my fingertips and some days I wake up and feel as if I might flounder around forever.
I'm finding my early 20s to be marked with contradiction. I'm trying to be a grown-up, but I still feel like a kid. There are far more decisions and responsibilities and difficulties in this stage of life than I ever expected. All the possibilities are exciting when they're not terrifying.
People are quick to give advice to new grads — about life and jobs and relationships and growing up. But perhaps the most helpful thing I've been told (by T-Swift and a few others) is that everybody feels confused at 22 — and 23 and 24 and beyond, for that matter. You don't have to have everything figured out. School's over, but you're still learning. And that's okay.