Today begins the last official week of the 20s…not to be confused with the roaring 1920s, but my 20s. As in, come Sunday I’ll be turning the big 3-0. I guess the reality hasn’t sunk in yet or maybe it won’t, but it’s funny how we pick and choose these milestones to mark in our lives. From one day to the next nothing particularly changes, but it sounds like such a huge leap, from my twenties to my thirties.
How have you dealt with this issue in your experiences? Do you feel older and wiser or do you still feel like the same clueless 18 year old much of the time (I will admit to this). Was there any birthday/age where you felt completely different about yourself? I’d love to hear reader wisdom, which I know there is much to speak of.
In a way, I’m glad the twenties are coming to an end. College dramas, uncertainty of young adulthood, ‘finding yourself,’ blah blah blah…some of that was hard stuff. Some of it was also wonderful and because I know it made me the person I am today, I can’t look at it with too much disdain.
I feel very blessed to be exactly where I am…even though I’m sure there are always things that will change and evolve (as they should). I’m grateful for the last decade, the lessons I learned and the people I’ve encountered along the way. I’m hopeful for the next decade, looking forward to the adventures it will bring and taking it, as always, one day at a time. As my dad says “crossing each bridge as I come to it.”
So if you have any insight or just something to share, please be my guest. And thanks for humoring me while I waxed rhapsodic a little bit here. Happy Monday.