Always Hard[ly] Aging

We have reached some boring middle years 

The young twenties, you might say

When exact age hardly matters

And nothing changes day by day

Perhaps I'm doing it all wrong

These years shouldn't be wasted, so I'm told 

But I had no milestones this year

And it's got me feeling rather old 

How can I see movement 

With grades and graduations all forgot?

How can I measure my success

When ways to measure I have naught?

It's not really been a boring year

And there's been movement, I should know

I'm just not always good at

Giving myself time and space to grow

There are more steps to take in life

But they weren't for stepping this past year 

Twenty-one was for building 

All I have with me here

Building savings, building credit

Building experience - building me

A twenty-two year long project 

Is it yet finished?  Hardly!

I've hardly aged since last year

Still battling the marks on my face

Yet it's been a hard time aging

Always trying to find my place 

So have we reached some boring middle years?

It might sometimes feel that way

But life needn't rush so -

I'll enjoy what's here today