As of today, I just have 4 months left of my twenties. Since about age 25, I had been dreading this countdown. Would I have accomplished all that I wanted to by age 30? Would I be able to check the box on on those socially imposed life landmarks? Would I feel like an adult and did I want to? A scary list of questions to a 25 year old. A woman who felt completely lost and offtrack and definitely not half way done with her “To Do By Age 30” list.
But time doesn’t slow down as you get older. If anything it speeds up. So I have been taking stock of where I am and how I feel about it. The truth is, I couldn’t be happier. The biggest reason being, that I stopped caring about where I am “supposed” to be at by now or what anyone else thinks of me. I stopped caring about what my life looked like to other people and started caring much more about what my life looked like to me. I stopped worrying about whether I would be happy with where I was at my age 30 and focused on if I was happy in the moment.
My twenties have been filled with a lot of highs and lows. So many moments, that built character, strength and taught me to also be vulnerable. My twenties forced me to prove to myself what I was made of. They challenged me. The decade built me up, tore me down and taught me how to find my stride again. I learned to fail in my twenties. I also learned how to recover from failure.
In the last 10 years, I have had 9 jobs and two internships, ranging from camp counselor, to retail associate, to PR girl, to event planner, to marketing manager. I have moved 10 times, with an 11th happening in the next month. I have lived in 3 different states (granted one was just for a summer) and two countries. I’ve fallen in love, had my heart broken, given up on love, then found someone who just might make it worth believing in again (which is a pretty recent development). I’ve graduated from college, gotten married and gotten divorced. I’ve watched a parent develop severe Alzheimer. I’ve gotten into and out of a decent amount of debt. I’ve started a business. I’ve cried more times than I can count, and laughed at least 10 times the amount of tears. I’ve changed my career, my goals and my plans. I’ve changed my priorities and opinions.
Most importantly, I’ve learned how to be happy with who I am, where I am, and how I got here.
I have no idea what my 30’s have in store for me, but I am ready to take them on… in 4 months, because I’m not in a rush.