This Is Just The Beginning
Well, April has come and gone and I have turned 27 now. Spending an entire month looking on my life, coming up with life lessons to tell my younger (or future self), and trying to live through this pandemic has been a lot. These posts have forced me to take a step back and really consider my life. There’s something humbling about putting twenty six years into a certain numbers of words. Trying to put my life into words really made me appreciate where I came from, where I’ve been and where I still have to go.
And I guess the one thing that I have learned, in a surprising way, is that this is just the beginning. No matter what I would like to think, we all have our own thoughts about aging. I remember when I was younger that I thought being thirty was so old. I thought that by their late twenties and early thirties, adults had their lives figured out. In some ways, there wasn’t more to want out of life at this age. To find out that this wasn’t true was a shock to the system. I feel like more of myself than ever before. Frankly, I think that I have, in some ways, become the best version of myself.
So, in so many words, I am content with where I am in my life right now. There are aspects of my life that I wish I could change, and there are choices I question, but in the grand scheme of things, I’m happy. I didn’t think that I’d make it to my twenties and now I can’t wait for my thirties.