Twenty One

When I was 21, I wanted to be 30.  I'm not sure why. At 21, I had left home and moved into a flat with a girlfriend. I had broken up with the love of my life ( a 5 year high school love, body tingling-"this is the guy I am going to be with forever" relationship. ), and was living a new adventure.  Studying by day- and hitting the bars at night. Im exhausted even thinking about it. Here's what the week looked like then for the single ladies: 

Monday- Ladies Night at the local pub

Tuesday- Off

Wednesday- Ladies Night same pub but different location

Thursday- Girl gathering to re-cap Mondays events, possibly study

Friday- Club in the city (R & B)

Saturday-Club in the city (House)

Sunday- Rest and Re-coup for Monday's festivities

How I even graduated from University still remains a mystery- how I had the financial backing to support my week an even bigger mystery. Had I known then what I know now, I would have probably been able to buy a home.

Reviewing the schedule of past activities makes me realize that at 21 we were ready for anything that came our way.  The fact that now, I can't even handle one night out on the town without suffering badly for the following three is painful. I do hear though at 60 we get a second wind.