For some reason, the age 24 has always seemed like a good one to me. If you talk to anyone in their late 20s to early 30s, they always talk about how much they don’t miss the 20s. When you’re a kid and 30 seems so far and so old and you want to stay young and free forever, you don’t really put into perspective all of the things life will throw at you as you grow up. At this point, I would love to be in my 30s. People keep telling me not to rush that, but seriously — this whole 20s thing is so overrated. I’ve learned:
- You can really only go out and get drunk all the time between 21-23. Then you look like an alcoholic.
- Your degree will get you nowhere, because you need 90 years of experience everywhere anyway and your age will matter when it comes to your job choice more than your talents and abilities.
- People are fake.
- Everything changes on a daily basis. Forget making plans, life and God have other things in store for you.
21-23 was not fun for me. Well, it wasn’t all bad. But I definitely miss the teen years (kinda) and I’m intrigued by 24-26. Everyone who has experienced these ages tells me these three years are when you really find yourself. What you want to do with your life. What kind of marital or life partner you’re looking for. What you’re willing to put up with. What you’re not. The greatest maturing stages. Blah blah, all that.
Well, I can’t wait.
The early 20s has a bad rap I think. Everyone assumes all they do is party. While that may be true in some cases, going out and partying doesn’t mean you aren’t focused, either. I earned my degree when I was still 21 years old, and yeah — I enjoyed my college experience. Going through all these thoughts and talking to all these people, I’ve found myself in a sort of pre-midlife crisis. I want to be taken seriously. I want to figure everything out about myself and my future. I want to figure out my budget, be frugal and smart. I want to enjoy life and go out and travel and see and experience and live.
But I can’t do any of it.
Where am I gonna get the money? Oh, right, at a job. That I sell my soul to. Can’t even get a day off. (This isn’t just my job. It’s pretty much any job that isn’t working for yourself.)
Apart from all of the crisis happening in my head, I’m really looking forward to these next few years. I’ve been working on my novel since I was 18, and I think I may have something in me. If not, I suppose by the time I’m 26 I will have figured my entire life out. 🙂
In the words of the most perfect band ever, (Skillet), “This life can almost kill you when you’re trying to survive…it’s good to be alive, I was lost and I was gone, I was almost dead inside…it’s a beautiful night, and it’s good to be alive.”
Hang in there all you mid-20s kids going through the same thing! We’ll figure it out!