Last Days of Teendom: THE FINAL ADIEU

Another couple of days to go.

And then it’s adieu to the big, bad world of teendom.

Seven years. Seven very important years, that either make or break you.

AND NOW I SHALL BE A TEEN NO LONGER.

AND I SHALL NO LONGER BE A TEEN WRITING FOR TEENS.

Since the beginning of this year, I’ve been scared. Oh yes, I have. These years have been so good and so shitty and so darn crazy, I can’t even imagine moving beyond the –teen tag attached to my age. Yet on the 3^rd of July, the –ty will take the place of the –teen.

Which means I’m growing older and older still.

And in 7 more years, I’ll start scientifically aging.

Holy crap.

Maybe I need a sparkly vampire to come bite me so I remain an immortal teenager for ever and ever.

Tempting? Sure, but no thanks. I can do without being cold and hard as a rock for all eternity while I watch everyone around me die. Ugh.

So, human me has to move on. And step in to the non-teen world.

And contrary to how I was feeling a few months (or even a few days) ago, I don’t feel as bad. ‘Cause, lets face it. The teen years have been awesomesauce and awesomeshitty.

I had dreams. I had expectations. Some worked out. Some fell apart. Some were forgotten. Some still await being realised.

Like wanting to get published before I turned 18.

That never happened *shrugs*. Heck, I never even ended up producing anything query-worthy.

But maybe I’ll get closer to that dream now. Who knows. I don’t know what tomorrow or the next day or the next month or next year holds, but I can hope.

Maybe I’ll also get to do things now that I didn’t get to do all these years, even though I wanted to.
Maybe I'll finally get to go bungee-jumping.

Maybe these years will be more awesomesauce than awesomeshitty. Or even if it isn’t, I’m thinking, I can take that, too.

Hell, yeah.

Bring on the Big Two-O!

HERE’S TO THE NO-LONGER TEEN WRITING FOR TEENS.