This month I turned twenty six years old. I am right smack in the middle of my third year out of college.
A few days after my birthday, I grabbed a coffee with my dad and told him something that had been on my mind but I hadn’t completely articulated in words yet.
Here’s what I told him: “Things feel weird lately. They feel weird because the years are beginning to blur together for me. That is unconformable and scary.”
For the first twenty three years of my life, every year was easily registered in my memory bank. Okay maybe not the first 5 but after that, things were somewhat clear. A new year meant a new grade, new teacher, new hockey team, and some new friends along the way. With a few additional milestones.
Now in my third year out of work, things blur because I am not starting a new grade every year.
Since articulating this, things have felt infinitely less weird. It is definitely helpful to come to realizations and communicate them to others. Next step is to brainstorm solutions to creating ways to celebrate each year, or I just get comfortable how they are starting to blur.