On oldness and cake

As I pulled my chocolate cake creation out of the oven I was struck by a realization:
Tomorrow I officially cross the two-decade mark. I become old, by my old standards.
I will never again be a teenager. I will have entered into the unknown.

...And I'm not sure how I feel about that.

I can't believe how much I still have to learn and experience and be.
I thought I'd have a pretty good handle on the whole being a human bit by this point.
Apparently not.

I almost cried when I realized how different life is from my childhood expectations.
And I almost cried when I realized that I can never go back.
But then I laughed out loud instead.
Because it's ok.

And I'm pretty sure I can still live and dream and wish and be and flat out delight in life at the ripe old age of twenty.

Age is just a number and it has no real bearing on who I am or what I do and besides, there's nothing I can do about it!

The chocolate cake cooling on my dresser, on the other hand... Well, excuse me while I do something about that!