Today I opened up my week planner as usual, put in my schedule, but paused as I went to close the tab. It read "2026-06-08". Yes, that is the date, but also, that's the date already?? Cue sudden self panic as I realize that half of this year is gone, and I only have half a year left to answer with "16" when people ask for my age. HALF A YEAR Y'ALL.I conceptualize my years differently to most people (or at least different to 364 out of 365 people), as my birthday falls on the first day of each year, January 1st, New Years Day. So each year, really is a new me, it's a new age. So each time when the clock strikes 12, I not only get to scream "Happy New Year", I age one year. Though coming up, 17 sounds old and scary. Somehow, 17 sounds scarier than 18. Like am I supposed to have my life together at this point? Who the heck knows!I wonder if anyone remembers this age when their older. Do you ever look back on your teenager years, or does it really just get left in the past?
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