I'm just a Birthday Baby!

Tomorrow is my birthday. I'm turning twenty. These are the last few hours of my life as a teenager. I'm not trying to be melodramatic, this isn't a bad thing. In fact, word on the street is that it's a good thing. I've been told more than once that 'once you've escaped the teen years you get your brain back.'
Perfect timing! I say. Just in time for finals!

But my brain is not what I'm here to blog about.
As the realization that another year had passed sunk in, I couldn't help but muse on what exactly that meant. It means I'm a year older, nothing exceptional at this point in my life. It means that I should be another year wiser, nothing novel or new there. I'm at college, I'm getting wiser by the minute. It also means that I'm twenty. (yes, yes, I've said it before) But the implications of that statement stuck me.
I'm twenty! What am I thinking of? Pushing off goals, new experiences, and expectations for myself. I'm twenty! Now is the time to look fantastic, try all those outrageous things that can be looked back on at the age of thirty as a 'youthful indiscretions,' and to live each day as if I truly could do and be anything I wanted. I looked at myself and my life, and realized I'm not fully living my life. I'm not the person I'd like to be. Hold the phone I! said to myself (I was talking a lot to myself apparently.) Nothing, I do mean nothing, could be more poignant than that. I'm not the person that I want to be.
And just like that, the age of twenty helped me to realize universal truth number sixteen.

Universal Truth Number Sixteen
The person we'd most like to be is just a change away.

That's what I've decided to use my twentieth year of life for -- living fantastically. I'm going to become the fantastic person I want to be, try all the fantastic things I've ever wanted to try, and don't even worry I'll keep fantastic you updated on every step of the process.