Last Friday I had a birthday. Actually, last Friday I had a great birthday. For me, one of the coolest things about birthdays is the sort of forced self-reflection they impose upon a person. As I get older and with every passing birthday, I always seem to stop for a minute and contemplate the same recurring themes. Who am I? Who am I becoming? Who do I want to be? What have I done? What will I do?
Most importantly, when will I have the answers to those questions? The truth is, I’m not really sure. While I definitely know certain things about myself, I like the fact that I’m still continuously evolving, changing, adapting and adjusting. I suppose I have many years ahead of me to continue to ponder those questions and seek my own answers. And that, my friends, is quite thrilling.
Even so, there is something so unique about this particular birthday. It feels different, and almost unfamiliar. Then again, a lot of things in my life are unfamiliar right now. For the first time since I can remember I will not be returning to school in the fall. Well, in a sense I actually will be returning to school, but this time I’ll be returning to teach instead of learn. Also something completely foreign. Teaching? I don’t even know where to begin. In 27 days I will be packing up my life and moving to Spain where I will be living and working for 10 months. For the first time in my life, nothing is laid out in front of me. I no longer have a certain number of years of schooling or anything of the sort that can be relied upon as a constant. Now, my life is completely my own. I am responsible for building it and creating it, and making it the way I want it. I am responsible for finding my own path and following my dreams and desires.
Yes, there is indeed something so radically different about this particular birthday…