I’d give it an 8/10.
This year was strange. It began on the wrong foot, which was entirely my fault and a growing pain that I needed to endure. My last semester of college was intense with personal, professional, and academic challenges appearing like stars in the sky on the clearest night. One of my best friends asked me to be a groomsman for his wedding in 2016; although awesome, this made me feel like it was high time I started getting my stuff together.
Graduation arrived in May, and I couldn’t care any less than I did. The summer flew by like a roller coaster that stopped short after its last drop. Then I began my job and started living fully on my own with no financial ties to my parents. I obtained my license after years of putting off a road test; days later I leased a car, and somehow I’m affording it without any problems (*knock wood*) with each passing bill.
All in all I’m living comfortably and independently, and these past few months have shown me how well-equipped I am for the world. Had you told me in August or September that I’d grow as much as I did and be adulting as hard as I am, I would have scoffed you off and made some sort of joke to display my discomfort with a mature version of myself. Lo and behold, here I am, intact and still enjoying cartoons and video games as I round the bases of year 22. For the first time that I can remember, I’m excited about the upcoming, promising year and all it entails.