Being twenty is not like anything that I expected.
My twentieth birthday was just like any other and I didn’t feel the spectacularity of it all.
In fact, my twentieth birthday was a disaster. All of my plans fell through and I had never felt more… disappointed. But, unlike other birthdays were I felt disappointed when things didn’t go as planned, I felt oddly at peace. Because if my start to being twenty wasn’t perfect, maybe I didn’t have to try to be perfect at all as a twenty year old.
And not being perfect is okay with me.