Today, you're 21. Congratulations. You can legally buy alcohol in all the states of the union...and I'm sure you can do some other things, too.
Let's talk about expectations. You're a grown up now. That means bills. And taxes. Damn taxes.
Back to expectations: The only age-inhibiting hurdle left to concur is 25. With that, you'll benefit from lower insurance rates and the ability to rent self propelled carriages. Fun.
But, as I mentioned before, the world sees you as a grown up. Think of 18-21 as a probationary adult period. You're about to graduate college. Get a job. Pay taxes. Damn taxes.
Don't worry, you're ready. Surely, you will doubt yourself sometime between now and your next birthday; there's a lot to ponder: how to get a job, potential life mates, pets, houses, bills, taxes. Damn taxes.
I happen to know you two pretty well, and I have to say, "if I can do it, you can do it." Seriously, y'all are way better at life at 21 than I was, and I'm a perfectly sustainable survivor of The Tragedy of the Mid-Twenties.
My pride in you goes beyond the words of this blog. You guys are awesome. Keep it up. All four quarters. Close the deal. Finish the race. Claim your prize. Take a shower. Get a job. Pay taxes.
Damn taxes.
