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Too Young, Too Old.

I’ve been listening to Sabrina Carpenter’s album Eyes Wide Open she seems like a younger version of Rachel Platten. Although I like Sabrina’s music very much, I think I relate better to Rachel’s, maybe because Eyes Wide Open has a recurring theme of Sabrina saying she’s not too young for love or to know what she wants (I agree, she isn’t) but I’m a bit too old for anyone to say I don’t know my own heart or mind because of my age (though that doesn’t stop people from trying).

Sometimes I kind of want to turn some her lyrics around to say I’m not too old, because I’m not too old for young love (is anyone really?) or to try something new and different (purple hair anyone?). And sometimes it’s the exact opposite because I’m not too young to know what I want from life, relationships, etc. nor am I too young to understand how unfair the world can be (though I’d like to get back some of my innocence on that last one).

Oftentimes it’s “you’re too young to do that” or “don’t you think you’re a bit old to act like that?”. What exactly is the right age where we can act however we want and do what we like without someone commenting on our age? I feel like it should be whatever age we are now. Why should anyone be limited by their age? How old you are has nothing to do with your aspirations or even your maturity level. I admit it, oftentimes I’m not very mature and those are the times I tend to enjoy the most. I can “Adult” when I have to be mature and get things done but it isn’t necessarily something I enjoy. A good mixture of maturity and immaturity seems to me to be the key to both, getting through, and enjoying life.

This slightly rant-y post is brought to you by a mid-twenty something girl who is tired of being told to act her age, especially when other peoples’ ideas of “acting her age” don’t really jive with her’s. She is nowhere near ready to “settle down” or start a family, nor is she too old to collect (and by that she means play) with stuffed animals.

And to end this post on a different note; my favorite song from Sabrina Carpenter’s lovely first album is We’ll be the Stars and here’s the video for it:

Musical Memories and Bucket Lists

Today’s blogging 101 task was to take a look at The Daily Post’s writing prompts and pick one to use in a post, and I was originally going to go with the prompt; “The Transporter.” Why this one? Because I clicked through a few others that didn’t catch my fancy then I hit on this one and started laughing like crazy. The prompt is “Tell us about a sensation — a taste, a smell, a piece of music — that transports you back to childhood”. Why is this funny? Because I’m listening to an old N Sync song. Remember N Sync? I grew up in the 90s and early 00s and it was hard to not be aware of boy bands, I didn’t listen to any of them for a bit there because I was really a country music type of girl at that age but N Sync was the first band I listened to and liked outside of country music. And talk about a blast from the past when I discovered some of their songs on YouTube.

However, the next prompt I got was Dust in the Wind and I thought making a bucket list sounded interesting so, I guess, really, I’m doing both :).

Bucket List

  1. Graduate college.
  2. Visit the U.K.
  3. Visit The Metropolitan Museum of Art.
  4. Eka Pada Galavasana (Flying Pigeon Pose).
  5. Become a street and/or installation artist, even if it’s just for a day.
  6. Choreograph and dance a ballet performance en pointe.
  7. Visit Mesa Verde and actually go into the ruins.
  8. Take up tap dancing.
  9. Fall madly in love (even if it’s just for a short time).
  10. Road trip all over the U.S.
  11. Watch every single episode of Doctor Who. (It is totally and completely a coincidence that this is number 11, really! 😉 )
  12. Go to a renaissance faire in a completely homemade costume.
  13. Learn archery.
  14. Go to a Steampunk convention (preferably in a completely homemade costume).
  15. Go to a OneRepublic concert.

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