Saturday, September 11, 2010

The Adult Life

I should've made this the day I turned 20.

I had no intentions on making changes when I turned 20. It's nice to set goals but please, I still don't take me, being an adult seriously. Well, I see the problem now. I spent my birthday with my mom and people I barely know. My mother thought it would be a good idea to bring me along to La Union and while she packs her things and relieve herself from her assignment there, I go to some spa and enjoy myself. I thought it would be a good idea to go with her because I can have more "alone time" and I can finish reading  The Restaurant at the End of the Universe (which I've never finished, until now). I never got to do what I really wanted. It was okay, but I still wished I spent it with the whole family, and friends, if it was possible.

I passed the Nursing Licensure Exam and I'm extremely thankful that my prayer has been answered. Siguro hindi naman ako ipapasa ni God kung wala sa plano niyang maging Nurse ako. Let's just leave it at that.


I thought it was a big thing. You know, turning 20. The BIG 2-0, I used to say. I thought it will make you feel great and amazing. I thought it was a life changing monumental event. I thought something would spark within me... It just feels the same. I don't know if it's the hormones. I surely know it's not that time of the month. But I bet that there's a psychologic reaction to my age-changing. I felt as if I already have a shitload of responsibilities, stop acting like a teenager- 'cause I'm no longer one, start being an adult. Maybe it's the 'cause of unemployment? A reaction to weight gain, boredom, sedentary lifestyle and my mother, now, constantly reminding me to look for work? Whatever it is, the fact that I'm a year older will scream in my face everytime I procrastinate.

I better start moving.