In a few days, I turn thirty years old. Like what the hell? My twenties are OVER! That’s it, I’m never getting them back. There’s no turning back time, there’s no do-over, that is it. For the past few months I’ve been dreading it. It’s sad, my twenties are over and I’m aging. I look older, I feel older and I’m just not ready for it. But today it hit me. Maybe turning 30 isn’t such a bad thing. Here’s why.
In my twenties, I wasn’t my best. I got pregnant young (I definitely don’t regret my kids though), I’ve got a failed marriage under my belt and my dating life has been a mess. I have a magnet for idiots, and at times I have been an idiot. I didn’t reach my career goals. In fact, it took me 29 years to figure out what I wanted to do. I also battled depression and anxiety which took a lot out of me and honestly, I’m sure I could go on and on about all the mistakes I made. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve had some amazing memories and done some good things too, but why do I feel like my twenties are too special to let go of? Maybe turning thirty is going to be alright. Maybe I’ll be okay? Maybe the world won’t end.
I’m ready to move forward and to grow. I’m ready to be something better than I have been in the past but also take the good things with me. I’m going to look at my twenties as a time for making the mistakes and learning from them, and go into my thirties and try to apply all that I’ve learned, as well as learning new things along the way.
I feel like people in their twenties are pressured into getting their shit together. We measure success from what kind of career path we go down, we measure it from whether or not we own a home, and we measure it from the state of our family life along with a million other different pressures and judgements. The truth of it is though, is that really success? They are successes yes, but is that all success is? A building, a job and someone to cuddle at night? Surely there’s more? Well, we all know there is but we still put those pressures on ourselves and each other. No more though.
I’m not going to spend anymore time comparing my life to other people’s like I have done for the past few years. We are all on our own journey. When you focus on other people’s progress, you slow yours down and I’d say to a point, I have definitely done that.
So I move forward with a positive mind. I move on into my thirties, concentrating on myself and on my children. I move forward, not being harsh on myself. I move forward with every intention of looking after myself, being kind to myself, being kind to others and most importantly, being happy. I’m going to push and I’m not going to give up. This will be my decade. I’m at peace with getting older. I’m at peace with leaving my twenties behind.
My advice to people in their early twenties is just to enjoy yourself and not pressure yourself to the point where you’re stressed all the time. We make mistakes and we learn from them. Nobody is perfect and the whole world isn’t judging you, even if you think they are. That’s the paranoia speaking. I say do the things you want to do while you’re young but also, don’t abuse your body with alcohol, cigarettes and junk food. GET LOTS OF SLEEP!! It will catch up to you. Your metabolism slows right down in your late twenties and your skin won’t always be wrinkle-free. We age. I see the difference in myself. I didn’t look after myself the best I could, but luckily I still have the chance to now while I’m healthy. The most important thing, like I promised myself, is to be kind to others and please, be kind to yourself.