On the passing of 2012, otherwise known as a brief existential crisis

Two thousand and twelve was one of those years. Since before high school, there were always two years of which I was constantly aware: 2008 and 2012. The years that I would graduate high school and college, respectively.

I could always rattle off those two dates. They were on my mind as goals to reach, but also years of which I had thought so much that these years would actually come to pass seemed at times unreal.

Then I graduated high school.

And then this past May, I graduated college.

And now, 2012, the final year that I have benchmarked in my mind has also passed. Beyond just another 365 days, January 1, 2013 was the end of all the time to which I had every looked forward when I was younger.

I never imagined much past 2012.

I have no more years to which I’m hoping I’ll finally get. The benchmarks by which I now measure actions have yet to be determined.

As with most things in life, it is both utterly exhilarating and utterly terrifying at the same time.