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Happy 20th birthday to me! Besides having to change my age on all of my social media, today marks a new chapter in my life (the end of my teen years and the beginning of my twenties/real adulthood) and I am both excited/nervous as all hell for it. But bring it on ?
it seems that whenever i stare at my instagram page, i have the sudden urge to delete everything i’ve ever posted, and the glorious instagram pages below don’t really help. you see, whenever they post something and i look at their profiles in context, i weep at the aesthetic perfection. the colours, the shapes, the juxtaposing of objects and lighting – i feel like i’ve walked into the lair of an art director. these women make me really want a square feed, and when i tried it out, i wanted to delete my instagram page all over again for failing in comparison.
have you ever looked through your parents’ photo albums from back in the day? i have, and i’m proud to say my parents were pretty swag. they posed nonchalantly by trees or cars, with their jerry curls (mom) and their afros (dad), and took polaroids from parties that are now stuck between the flaps of the album pages… and when polaroid cameras became cool again thanks to you darn hipsters, i just knew that i had to have one and make my own memories.
in your matric (senior/grade 12) year, sometimes you reach that stage where everything just sucks and you just want to quit, but you know that you cant, so you try, and you fail, and you try, and you fail, until you’re tired of failing, and you’re tired of trying. this is how i’ve felt for the past few weeks – it’s been incredibly difficult and busy, but surprisingly enough, it’s been the little things that lift my spirit more than i thought, and this was definitely one of them.