This month, I turned 20. As soon as August 19th hit, I was overwhelmed by excitement, fear, hope and anxiety. I didn’t realize the internalized pressure I’d been putting on myself in regards to this milestone. For years, I had been placing an immense amount of weight on this number, this birthday, this year. By 20, I will have everything together.
By 20, I’ll know for sure what I want to do with my life. By 20, I’ll feel like an actual adult.
But none of these imposed mantras seemed to have any validity when the clock stuck struck 12. I was simultaneously proud of the work I had done this year, from getting my poetry published to building beautiful relationships with people I love, but there was still a pang of fear in my chest. It’s a well-known fact that our culture and society highlight people who have made it big, but more than that, highlight the people who have made it big at a young age. The thought that I’m not doing enough in my life crosses my mind on a daily basis and I’m sure part of that is a by-product of what I see on social media.
I quickly realized that turning 20 didn’t have to be a deep, philosophical turning point for me — it could just be another year to melt into myself, keep working hard, and focus on maintaining my aura. I’ve noticed that the peak of my passion and intellect always emerges when I remove deadlines and pressure from my creative endeavours. I don’t have to answer to anyone other than myself and I’m sure the people around me are too caught up in their own timelines to delve into mine.
My departure from being a teenager was the perfect gateway into a new era, which I know will bring exactly what I need in my journey moving forward.