I have an announcement to make. It is a great and terrible thing. I have wished for this once upon a time, with hope. I have also come to dread the arrival of this news. I knew it was coming, but I did not realize it’s proximity until the clock struck midnight and ushered in 2016.
I am nearing the end of my twenties.
I understand that the phrase “roaring twenties” is reserved for the 1920s, but, personally, I think it applies to age as well. How else can we describe the tumultuous years of early adulthood? What other phrase can perfectly detail the years filled with wondering and wandering? Those wild nights of revelry that burn forevermore? Roaring, indeed. Thus, I believe it is only fitting to memorialize the ups and downs of the past ten years, as this chapter comes to close.
In Year 20, I learned the joys of friendships. And alcohol. Lots and lots of alcohol.
In Year 21, I learned that it is okay to let go. Some dreams are meant to be let go so that you have a chance to fulfill other dreams.
In Year 22, I learned how it felt to have $8 in the bank.
In Year 23, I learned that priorities are important. Real-life does not play nice with aspiring Renaissance women.
In Year 24, I learned how to wear a suit and play the part of a “professional”. I also learned to drink wine.
In Year 25, I learned that success can be obtained with hard work. I also learned how to function on four hours of sleep.
In Year 26, I learned humility. Achievements are nothing without humility. Work hard, be humble, and count your blessings.
In Year 27, I learned that marriage is hard. However, if the both of you are committed to making it work, then struggles will only serve to make your bond stronger.
In Year 28, I learned that life is too short to play it safe. Take risks.
In Year 29, I learned that one should never stop learning. :)
So, as I roar and rumble into my thirties, I hope that my heart stays young and my head remains resolute. After all, according to Ursula Le Guin, “time is not duration, but intensity”. Right?
I am nearing the end of my twenties.
I understand that the phrase “roaring twenties” is reserved for the 1920s, but, personally, I think it applies to age as well. How else can we describe the tumultuous years of early adulthood? What other phrase can perfectly detail the years filled with wondering and wandering? Those wild nights of revelry that burn forevermore? Roaring, indeed. Thus, I believe it is only fitting to memorialize the ups and downs of the past ten years, as this chapter comes to close.
In Year 20, I learned the joys of friendships. And alcohol. Lots and lots of alcohol.
In Year 21, I learned that it is okay to let go. Some dreams are meant to be let go so that you have a chance to fulfill other dreams.
In Year 22, I learned how it felt to have $8 in the bank.
In Year 23, I learned that priorities are important. Real-life does not play nice with aspiring Renaissance women.
In Year 24, I learned how to wear a suit and play the part of a “professional”. I also learned to drink wine.
In Year 25, I learned that success can be obtained with hard work. I also learned how to function on four hours of sleep.
In Year 26, I learned humility. Achievements are nothing without humility. Work hard, be humble, and count your blessings.
In Year 27, I learned that marriage is hard. However, if the both of you are committed to making it work, then struggles will only serve to make your bond stronger.
In Year 28, I learned that life is too short to play it safe. Take risks.
In Year 29, I learned that one should never stop learning. :)
So, as I roar and rumble into my thirties, I hope that my heart stays young and my head remains resolute. After all, according to Ursula Le Guin, “time is not duration, but intensity”. Right?