This post is more delayed than I thought. I had originally planned for this to be published earlier this month, but you know, life happened.
And I hate that has been the excuse in recent posts, but it is not like I am slouching myself away on the sofa. I am living and learning about life….I’m being productive, I swear.
I’m writing to you as I am on my way back to my Brooklyn apartment. Which by the way, marked two years earlier this month and has been one of my proudest New York moments.
So, I do this annual tradition about the things I learn(ed?) at my age. It started when I was 25 and just kind of happened... I am trying to recollect what I learned the most at the age of 26. And honestly, it might be continuing to love myself and listening to my gut. I mentioned that the Year of 2016 is when I wanted to be true to myself. Whether it was making better judgement about people or investing into a style that truly represented me – either way, it was only until the end of the year of 2016 where I really saw how those inner thoughts and emotions unfolded.
My gut never steered my wrong, so I told myself moving forward with life, I need to be better about listening to it.
As I embark the latter of my twenties, I find myself more and more comfortable in my skin. Transparent with you and those around me, and accepting myself whole-heartedly. I know I have always appreciate certain parts of myself, but when you’re dealing with these internal conundrums like yours truly, it is a conscious effort to make less judgements on oneself and allow yourself to be a damn human being. I am not perfect, and I need to stop trying to be. This is my Type-A personality kicking in….
I am even embracing the parts of myself where it is not typically romanticized and glorified – like my anal tendencies with little things such as calendars, the way I ramble when I have certain opinions about a matter, and how many times I say “fuck” in a conversation. I know it isn’t everybody’s cup of tea.
This is who I am.
Another “perk” is that I will have more credibility. People won’t say, “Oh, you’re young” to me and all this ageism bullshit when I express certain thoughts or being a professional in my field.
Anyway, thanks for reading my late-night thoughts. To my family and friends, thank you all for being my continuous cheerleaders. Y’all the real onesssss!
Looking forward to another life celebration (;