I know I have neglected my writing and sharing stories with you all. Not that I do not want to share personal stories, but I am struggling to find that balance between work and life right now. Details on that later. It’s close to midnight and while it is late, I had this urge to share a quick post with you all.
They say age is nothing but a number.
I have mix feelings about this line. I am turning twenty-five in twenty-five days. (March 29th – greetings are always welcomed, haha). Creepy. How scary. Ugh, I am getting old. Are you thinking that, too? I bet you think about that, too.
To my original thought of this post, I vaguely remember my chubby, nerdy, middle-school self asking: I wonder where I will be at twenty-five…
I was quickly going over the things I have accomplished and what I have yet to accomplish. Frankly, I would say, I am nowhere near where I thought I would be. Not beating myself up over this, just so you know. For someone who persistently wanted to get her shit together, I am confidently saying I sorta have my shit together. Emphasis on sorta.
But what I really want to say is I have suppressed, or minimized rather, the whole pressure of needing to have-my-shit-together and trying-to-figure-it-out. Instead, I am going to embrace being.
Meeting people who are significantly older than I am, and to hear them say they do not have their shit together makes me a little scared, but I realized that if these older men and women are still trying to figure it out then I have time, or I do not need to have this large amount of pressure to figure my shit out.
I learned that things do unfold naturally. I firmly believe in persistence, hard work, and timing all coincide to create a thing I call luck. My definition of luck is when hard work meets opportunity. But… some can say otherwise.
Here’s a side note, and maybe irrelevant: in the early months I moved here, I was in that vicious stress cycle of wanting to get this-and-that done. My persistence got me where I am today, but I should have more kind to myself because I was beating myself up for my shortcomings. We all do, and it is natural, but not advised.
So, for all my twenty-somethings family and friends, do get your shit together, but be kind to yourself while you are at it. If you are a goal-getter, then go get it. If you are unsure about what to get, explore what pulls you in. The whole idea of having your shit together at a particular age is something that sprung on society, making us feel like we ought to.
Why conform? Do you.
PS: I really do not know if I made any sense, but you get the idea – I hope.