Nobody here believes me when I say that I’ve turned 27 years old. Like, it’s generally assumed that I’m between the ages of 18-20.
Part of me wishes I was as well adjusted as I am now when I was that age. That the era of 18-25 just was flat out erased from existence. If I was like I am now when I was 18, I would be far better off now as a 27 year old than I am now.
But what happened happened. There’s no getting away from it, really.
I am just glad that that part of my life has ended, and I’ve actually made some progress into getting my life sorted out. I’m making a comic I’ve wanted to make since forever with generally pleasing results and minor disappointment. My job, while demanding, has inspired growth by forcing me into situations I’d never experience otherwise. And for once, since being an adult, I don’t have to choose between necessities and can actually buy things I want without breaking my wallet or depending on anyone else.
Things are good right now. And even though I still don’t have anything figured out at age 27, and I still constantly dread my mortality, I can say that I’m okay with things. And that’s a great start.