I visited the Lululemon in Britomart the other day.

I picked up a black card with white font from the cashier. It’s now pinned to the cork board in my dorm room.

I’m 21 today and I can’t help but stare at it.

Do I really have an answer to that?

I’m not sure.

Over the years full-on was submitting my story to Chicken Soup for the Teenage soul (although it got rejected). Full-on was falling in love and learning to move on. Full-on was applying to my first choice program and getting accepted. Full-on was leaning over the edge of the CN tower. Full-on was getting over my fear of dogs. Full-on was starting to workout after not having lifted weights in so long. Full-on was setting goals. Full-on was taking chances.

Full-on was getting on a plane.

What are you doing in your life that’s full-on?

I’m currently sitting in my bedroom with less than an hour to go of my birthday (I’m going by New Zealand time, sorry Canadians). I didn’t do much: didn’t throw a party, didn’t go out to dinner, didn’t dance the night away with a Cosmo in one hand (although, I’d like to mention, I am officially legal in all countries of the world now, woo!). But, what I did do was eat a beef mince pie and potato wedges and a chocolate cake at the dinner table with my roommates.

What are you doing in your life that’s full-on? 

I’m growing up, in a place far from home but is home for now.

I’m having an adventure, no matter how simple it may be.

When I was a child I would constantly tell my parents I wanted to travel. And at the age of six, I meant it.

Now, I’m doing it.

What are you doing that’s full-on? 

Learning to climb Mt. Everest, swimming with the sharks, designing my own fashion line, creating my own magazine, skydiving, bungee jumping, surfing, quitting my job, breaking out into a blockbuster movie?

No, it’s been none of those things. The furthest from any of those things.

So, what are you doing in your life that’s full-on?

It’s simple really.

I’m living.

And I think that’s more than enough.