The Day With the Positive Outlook
I am at a particularly fortunate age in my life; I am at an age that fits. A lot of people, young and old, long to be what they are not. Teenagers may wish for the freedom and independence of adulthood, and middle-aged folks often long for the carefree days of their youth.
This photo was taken at the beginning of January, one week into my weight-loss quest. I wish I’d already lost my 19 pounds by then, because this picture would be just perfect. Every time Poor Kyle sees it, he smirks to himself and says, “Dang, I’m hot.” Only he says “hot” with two Ts. He loves to look at his face.
Me? I’m perfectly happy with my age. I’m young, but not too young to drive (and isn’t that the goal of nearly every teenage anxiety—oh, how I anticipated the day I could get in a car and just…go). I’m old, but not so old I can’t drive. I’m quite satisfied to reflect on the past, and anticipate the future, but ultimately just embrace the present.
Oh, sure, there are times when I don’t feel old enough—or perhaps mature enough—to deal with issues in my life. Take, for example, two weeks ago, when I went to have my face butchered and my teeth ripped from their sockets:
I was in the waiting room filling out medical paperwork, waiving my right to be revived if dead, and donating all my organs to noble causes, when I came to the line requesting the signature of the patient, or his/her legal guardian. So, naturally…
…I turned to my left…
…I turned to my right…
…and was dismayed when I realised my mother was nowhere to be found.
“Oh yeah,” I thought, “I guess I’m my own legal guardian now.”
Do you know how it feels to sign your life away all by yourself, without parental consent? It is at the same time both liberating and terrifying.
Those instances are rare, though; I am, for the most part, quite content with my age as it is now. I’m young and independent, but I’m still lucky enough to have a tight-knit group of family and friends as a support system. I have everything I need, and probably more than I deserve.
I’m very happy.
And how many people can say that about themselves?
{Hope you have a capitol weekend.}
Posted: March 27th, 2009 under Married Life, Overall Good Things, introspection, self-actualisation, this little girl.
Comments
Comment from Geneva
Time March 27, 2009 at 7:52 am
I’m happy with this age too. Just wait until you are done with school and have money. Then life is complete.
Comment from HeatherPride
Time March 27, 2009 at 8:21 am
Oh man, I love random commenters promoting their own stuff. What a downer to your uplifting post. Let’s just ignore that dingbat, shall we? Have a great weekend!
Comment from Katie
Time March 27, 2009 at 8:25 am
Very good observation, Camille! I hadn’t really ever thought about it before, but I love my age right now, too. What is it they say? Old enough to know better but still too young to care? Sounds about right to me…
Comment from Anonymous
Time March 27, 2009 at 9:02 am
How inspiring. Thanks for the pick-me-up. Sometimes I don’t appreciate life enough, so this was a good reminder.
Comment from Sprite’s Keeper
Time March 27, 2009 at 9:17 am
It’s nice to be that happy. Add that gorgeous jawline and I’d be smiling pretty too! You look great!
Comment from Lindsay
Time March 27, 2009 at 9:37 am
i love this post, i needed to hear something super happy today, especially after hearing about what happened to Lauren’s Pocket Edward…
Comment from niki
Time March 27, 2009 at 9:54 am
you forgot to mention lovely. you’re happy and lovely. that last picture of you spells g.r.a.c.e.
Comment from raygon
Time March 27, 2009 at 10:01 am
That is a great post! And as I said before, I am LOOOOOOVING your hair dark and curly. Too cute!
Comment from Christal
Time March 27, 2009 at 11:29 am
great post we all need to be happy where we are whether we are 22 or 33 . You look great and you do look happy! Love your thoughts!
Comment from Kimberly
Time March 27, 2009 at 12:47 pm
Cute hair Miss Camille! I was totally happy in my twenties…then the thirties hit me. Ick. Not nearly as fun.
Comment from Lindsey Layton
Time March 27, 2009 at 3:49 pm
Fun, fun, fun! And congrats on the losing of 19 lbs. that’s fantastic!
Comment from Granmama
Time March 27, 2009 at 3:57 pm
What a wonderful woman I begat and you became. (This is alliteration.)
Te amo
Comment from Carmen
Time March 27, 2009 at 11:24 pm
I’m happy too. Life is golden isn’t it? I like the last picture of you. I love the color of your hair, and you just look really good. You still amaze me with your ability to stick to your guns when you decide to.
Comment from jethro
Time March 28, 2009 at 12:26 am
I’m pretty happy with my age, and having family and friends that love me.
I have to ditto on that last picture…BEAUTIFUL, girl. Your eyes really pop when you’re happy.
Thank you for this note of good cheer.
Comment from AlexaMae
Time March 28, 2009 at 8:59 am
First, you look absolutely GORGEOUS in that picture. Your hair looks so pretty too. Second, it makes me happy your so happy. Most of the time I feel like I should be much older. I feel weird telling people I’m 22 because I always get a shocked reaction so I started rounding it up to 23. Third, have I ever mentioned you’re a phenomenal writer! Love it!
Comment from Sammanthia
Time March 28, 2009 at 2:12 pm
I remember when I was little and I thought 20 was old. When I turned 20 things changed and I thought 30 was old. Now that I’m 34, I think 40 is old.
You get the drift.
Comment from anna
Time March 29, 2009 at 12:00 am
You look so lovely in that last picture… and thanks for sharing your positive outlook on your age. I find it so important to love where I’m at, to ensure no regrets later on.
Comment from Chloe
Time March 27, 2009 at 3:04 am
:) I’m glad you are happy!
And I’m also happy with my age! ha, ha! (although I still live with my parents… but not for too long! :D)
being 22 year old is the best age ever!!