October 24, 2008 § 1 Comment
Life is different at 22. Rules change, and suddenly things that youth pastors yelled at us about in high school are no longer sinful, forbidden, wrong – they’re just adult. We act on urges and impulse because we learn through experience that life isn’t neatly compartmentalized into black and white; life is feeling and doing and learning as we go, because none of us have it figured out yet and that’s okay, because life is lived and understood through discovery.
Why did it take me eight years to let go?
Why am I just now waking up to the world at 22, when so many others use college for the same awakening?
Why am I only now sharing secrets in back seats of cars?
I think this is my delayed coming of age.