Today is my birthday. I don’t know what most people do for their birthday but so far my plan is go to class and possibly to Incarnation. Mind blowing huh? In the meantime, I submit this to you all.
I am officially 21 years old. I take 16 credit hours a week and hold down a job where I’m clocking in around 20 hours a week on top of that (as the so-called executive producer of a show I helped develop). I live alone and manage to feed myself and keep house pretty well if I do say so myself. I’m never embarrassed to have company over to say the least.
This summer I flew to Germany by myself and spent seven weeks in countries where I don’t speak the language. I planned and saved for this trip mostly on my own with some help from friends (planning) and family (some money and airline miles). Other accomplishments this summer include spending a week in LA working as a Production Assistant on a professional set, and getting a fair amount of writing done on my own accord (I’ll refer you to the Writing About Writing series I’ve been doing and will continue).
I’m not saying this to brag. I promise I’m not. I’m telling you all of this to convince you that I am a functioning young adult who is able to take care of myself, and that I know how to ask for help when I need it. It is with all this in mind that I present to you a humble request.
Please don’t treat me like a child.
I understand that I do have a lot of growing up to do. I’m not claiming to know it all. The more I grow up the more I find things I don’t understand. There are a lot of parts of being a grown up that I haven’t experienced yet. I’ve never been in an adult relationship or navigated a lease on my own. These are all things that I likely will do in the future, but I haven’t yet, and I’m acknowledging that here.
But, I have already grown up a lot in the past 21 years and it would be awesome if people would acknowledge that too. I am constantly embarrassed for my former self. I am no longer a six-year-old in a mommy-made bunny costume (though that was one killer costume). I am a 21-year-old who can balance a full schedule and make a pretty mean veggie lasagna.
Will there be times when I screw up? Absolutely. But doesn’t everyone screw up once and a while? So please, when I do screw up, feel free to call me out on it. But say it with the dignity and respect that is deserved for a girl who’s managed to get through twenty years of life relatively unscathed. I would much appreciate it.