I am beginning the 25th year of my life and
if I’m being honest
it is not all I thought it would be
the so-called freedom of age tempered by responsibility
by the knowing that I have choices to make
the people tell me that this is what your midtwenties are like
and I believe the people
I believe in the common experience
I am always one to believe in the common experience
believe in my ordinariness
believe in the basic facts of my life being familiar to many others
and it is not often that it does not comfort me
I have no need to feel special
but lately I have been resistant to comfort
I have felt singular and removed in my confusion and disappointment
alone in my feeling of being aimless and lost
on my 24th birthday, I am grilling vegetables by myself
sweating while I flip zucchini and squash and big pieces of broccoli
burning tempeh to the grates
an audio creation about mary oliver playing in my ears
thinking of my friends who will eat this food
I am wondering about returning to myself
thinking that
whether or not I am familiar to anyone else
I have not left her behind
I have not left myself